by Jamie Miles | Mar 1, 2026 | True Stories & Reflections
July 2025 ‘Accept our Lord and saviour, Jesus Christ!’ Ugh. This guy again. Ever since I got burgled, I’ve become more defensive when it comes to protecting my home. I haven’t told you about the burglary yet. It happened in May 2025. I’m still dealing with the...
by Jamie Miles | Feb 15, 2026 | True Stories & Reflections
I already know the name of my next book: The Last Google. It will be dedicated to my Dad. The idea for the title came from a bittersweet discovery on his phone after he passed away. When we die, we leave echoes. They get quieter as time passes. Lipstick‑stained mugs...
by Jamie Miles | Jan 28, 2026 | True Stories & Reflections
It was January 7th, 2026 and I’d already dialled 999. The morning had brought an unnatural cold. The streets were iced and London was taken by surprise.[1] I rushed out, eager to swing into the New Year. I had big plans for 2026, but I didn’t expect to be greeted by...
by Jamie Miles | Jun 26, 2022 | True Stories & Reflections
Note: the names have been changed for the sake of privacy. This story is about Marcus Brown, but first, I need to tell you about coffee shops. The next time you visit a coffee shop lay on the ground. Don’t offer any explanation. Just lay there for a solid 30-seconds,...
by Jamie Miles | Jun 5, 2022 | True Stories & Reflections
Through the crowd, a voice cut through, ‘You have a lucky face’. Weaving through the jubilee bustle, I’d ducked down Bow Street to skirt the edge of the celebratory storm that stretched from Buckingham Palace to Leicester Square and overflowed into...
by Jamie Miles | May 22, 2022 | True Stories & Reflections
Trigger warning: this story mentions drink spiking. At 24, I decided to give up alcohol for the year. Well, 99% of the year. A month before my birthday, I had my drink spiked. It was a blackout moment for me. I was at a party with dire wolves, caged dancers, and...
