More Jeremy Clarke November 26, 2005Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.
I need to set up a standing order, or direct debit, or whatever the blogging equivalent is, to have a link to Jeremy Clarke’s weekly musings in The Spectator automatically linked here. On the pub he has to drive Sharon to to rescue her ne’er-do-well ex, “It’s a snug little bar with open fire and pool table, crowded as usual with tearaways, addicts, spongers, the lonely and the unloved.” His observation is always trenchant, his humour always black, in what I think of as a great British (I might mean English, but maybe Jeremy Clarke is Scottish. I don’t know) tradition. It’s such a gift to make comedy out of the blackest of scenarios.
On an utterly different note, also in the newly, unnecessarily-complicated-format, online version of the magazine, Boris – whom I slightly can’t help adoring – is scathingly dismissive, rightly, of the Attorney General’s attempts to stop the Bush-al-Jazeera affair being written about, and says he will risk a jail sentence to defy this ban. Just a little bit dashing.