So, before I go in balls deep on this hussie, you need to know we are friends. Proper friends. Years of it. Shared drinks and shared secrets and shared hangovers and the kind of history that does not get cancelled because someone gets a bit lippy. I do not want dog-piling. I do not want…
I have already had a handful of emails about the last article and it has only been up a couple of hours. Some of them are pure abuse. Apparently testing the friend is unforgivable, and the correct target is the man. Fine. We can play it that way too. The goal stays the same: information…
I booked the Magaluf trip on a whim after a week of late nights chasing a story that went nowhere. Cheap package, last minute, apartment with a balcony that looked over a car park and a strip of bars that never really slept. Two weeks of sun, cheap beer and no emails felt like…
That’s the setup now. Sofa in the Hackney flat, oversized grey hoodie that has seen better days, bare feet tucked under me on the rug, cherry vape going like a chimney. Oat-milk flat white on the coffee table, already half cold because I keep forgetting it exists. Blue nails tapping the page while the telly…
I got the call on Sunday morning. My mum’s voice was steady, the way it always gets when she’s holding everything together for everyone else. She told me straight, no softening it: my dad had taken his own life on Saturday night. Just like that. No warning, no long explanation, just the plain fact…