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 I made on his phone after he passed away. When we die, we leave echoes. They get quieter as time passes. Lipstick‑stained...
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 | Dec 14, 2025 | True Stories & Reflections
December 2025 This week, my sister and I visited our grandma for her 100th birthday, which is a sentence that already feels like a lie. People can’t be 100. Buildings, trees, cheeses, maybe. But not your grandma. Especially one who still answers the phone briskly, has...
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...
