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Jeremy Clarke writes the The Spectator Low Life column.
All was well and all would be well. Aren’t drugs wonderful?
By Jeremy Clarke
He is ideal reading for the ecstatic diseased
Would it provide the mental lift-off necessary to enjoy our restaurant outing?
I lay upstairs with one of Michael’s military-grade tablets dissolving into my bloodstream
With Catriona away it was back to self and banality and bacon and eggs
He gives the order sternly, with unmistakeable undertones of regimental pride
We played Monopoly with focus and seriousness
I’ve failed to cheer myself with strong alcohol, CBD and speed, so I went to the local nuns
There was a wall of books, ashtrays from the golden age of smoking and an air of greater liberty
Susceptible people confuse his miraculous prose with their own lived experience
‘What is luck?’ said Klynton, aged ten. ‘Hard to explain,’ I said
Everyone – from Thomas Hardy to Vladimir Putin – should try one
After a morning at a 15th-century priory, and lunch at the Café de France, I rejoined the ranks of the alive and well
We could all drink, but Tom was in a league of his own: chaos was his element
We had the perfect guide who took us off the beaten track and knew when to keep quiet
The healing power of Champagne
What angry young French men want
What French women want
The farcical world of the Sharon’s Ex-Boyfriends Club
The joy of Xanax
Vodka, kaolin and morphine: my welcome drinks at The Spectator offices
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