Jeremy clarke biography

A world without Jeremy Clarke is a glummer place. The author of this magazine’s Low Life column for twenty-three years, who died on Sunday morning, was a spirited writer of the old school.

He loved a rollicking good time, a beautifully turned phrase, a good gossip, casting an observant eye over life’s absurdities and England. He despised the hypocrisy of the progressive middle classes, big egos and TV boxsets.

He had quirkily conservative views, but friends of all classes and races, a deep knowledge of an unusual range of subjects, including rural matters, and a cheerful modesty that belied his talent as a writer.

He despised the hypocrisy of the progressive middle classes, big egos and TV boxsets

I played a small part in his becoming a professional writer when I saw a hilarious piece he wrote in a London student magazine about a trip to Africa and gave him his first regular writing job as the Modern Manners columnist for Prospect