Gather 'round, children, and let me spin you a yarn. A tale not of dragons or valiant knights, but of algorithms and billionaires in regrettable hoodies. We're talking about a certain strain of "engineering prowess", a particularly virulent strain, mind you, that has, much like
Imagine, if you will, that you discover your neighbour's front door is held shut by nothing more than the optimistic application of a bit of Blu-Tack. Being a decent sort, you knock on their door, explain the situation, and suggest they might want to invest in an actual
I am, and I cannot stress this enough, profoundly humbled to announce that I have, after eighteen months of relentless iteration, finally automated my morning routine. Not merely optimised it. Disrupted it. Using a proprietary AI-powered stack built on a no-code platform, a Notion template I purchased for £47, and
A Cautionary Tale About Fraud, Maths, and Why You Should Never Let a Raccoon Manage Your SIEM Reggie was elbow-deep in a bin outside a Pret a Manger on Farringdon Road when his pager went off. His pager. Not his phone, his pager. Reggie had strong opinions about phones, most