Low life

Garden pursuits

2 April 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke on his Low Life

Rental block

26 March 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke reports on his Low Life

Nightmare in casualty

18 March 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke on his Low Life

Around the bend

12 March 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke reports on his Low Life

Oasis of calm

5 March 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke on his Low Life

Open for business

27 February 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy reports on his Low Life

Tough competition

20 February 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke reports on his Low Life

Flying circles

13 February 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke reports on the Low Life

Lighting up

6 February 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke on the Low Life

Love and loss

30 January 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke reports on his Low Life

Secrets and lies

23 January 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke reports on his low life

Ex files

16 January 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke reports on his low life

Friends reunited

9 January 2008 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke lives the low life

Hunting special

2 January 2008 12:00 am

Foul weather and worse to come. Puddles in the farmyard. An 18th-century farmhouse with a cast-iron fox’s mask for a…

On the buses

12 December 2007 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke on the youth of today

Pill popping

5 December 2007 12:00 am

Latin American injections

Poetry, please

21 November 2007 12:00 am

Jeremy Clarke on his low life

Paying through the teeth

14 November 2007 12:00 am

I’m in agony.

Fungus foray

7 November 2007 3:44 pm

Jeremy Clarke on his low life

Never trust a lady

31 October 2007 3:32 pm

Jeremy Clarke on his low life

Spectator sport

24 October 2007 12:20 pm

Jeremy Clarke on his Low Life

All in the mind

17 October 2007 1:32 pm

Jeremy Clarke on his low life

All creatures great and small

10 October 2007 2:04 pm

Jeremy Clarke on life

Smoking zone

3 October 2007 12:21 pm

As of this week my boy (17) is no longer legally entitled to buy cigarettes. His half-brother (16) the same.…

Invisible man

26 September 2007 12:50 pm

He came aboard at Newton Abbot and sat down opposite without acknowledging me. Mid-fifties. Kempt, but only just. Navy blue, well-worn suit. Plain tie. Once he’d settled himself he looked out of the window and studied the passing sky. I tried to catch his eye.