Spitting Truth

Spitting Truth

I went back to Soho and, unlike four days earlier, no one spat on me. ‘In what context?’ That was one friend’s opening question when, in the immediate aftermath, I needed to vent and decided to drop him a message. ‘Why does that matter?’, I asked. ‘Well, was it, like,...
Down The Drain

Down The Drain

‘Why did you leave us a two-star review?’ It was the bar I’d visited the previous night in Tallinn, Estonia. They can reply? I thought this was a one-way street for me to fight back and vent, but now my microphone-dropping moment to reverse the tide had lost its...
The Fish’s Tail

The Fish’s Tail

Reflecting on Q2 2026 • Total words written: 49,420 (+26,686) Last week, my friend was telling me about the time she prepared a fish for dinner. She’d cleaned it, descaled it, and finally laid it down to chop off the tail. The thud of the blade shook loose a...
The Foggy City: Part One

The Foggy City: Part One

‘You’ve been here a while now. Do you prefer San Francisco or London?’ Fran, Britney, and I were having lunch in the canteen. I finished my bite and answered without hesitation. Souring my colleagues’ excitement wasn’t my intention, but I can’t deny...
Creative Company

Creative Company

I found Vincent the way you find most good things: in a bookshop. We were both attending a signing event by one of our favourite authors and happened to be neighbours in the queue. As seems to be the custom for my best friends, Vincent promptly left the country. The...
The Oil Layer

The Oil Layer

This week, I figured out that the entire wellness supplement industry was, for most practical purposes, a very attractive wall of nothing. I did this while trying to fix my eyes. Nobody was particularly interested. ‘That’s such a Jamie way of eating dark...