Nicholas Lezard

Remember: it only counts if you spend at least six hours wishing you were dead.

Not to be confused with Brighton, thank you very much.

A new store opening in Brighton makes a visit to the Swedish homewares emporium a looming inevitability.

It wasn’t as bad as my frozen shoulder, but I do have to avoid laughing.

So, naturally, I must sacrifice myself for my country.

Goodbye, for now, to a place that has played a formative role in my life – and this column.

The barman who made our pre-dinner Martinis was good at his job, and this may be where our problems began…

I was in a fever of anticipation for the sausage-catching round.

How a pleasant day at the cricket turned into dismal anthropology.

There’s always some new and revolting story coming from America under Trump – sometimes several in a day.