I’ve seen plenty of autumn leaves in my time. They’re the sort of people who drift in when the sun’s out and the beer’s flowing, only to blow away the second the wind picks up and the clouds turn grey. You find them everywhere. They’re common as muck and just as fleeting.

But the diamonds? They’re the ones who stay. They’re the ones who stand their ground when the grit gets under your fingernails and the world starts to squeeze.

I wrote Nightmare in Jamaica for the diamonds.

This story comes from a place of hard truths and long nights. It’s about resilience, destiny, and the things they never bother to teach you in the posh schools. I wanted to put something on the shelf that represents us, the working class, without the pretentiousness or the polish that usually gums up the gears of literature.

The book’s out now. It’s raw, it’s direct, and it doesn't pull its punches.

If you’ve ever felt like an untold story waiting for a voice, this one’s for you. Take a look around the site, grab a copy, and let’s raise a glass to the people who actually matter.

Cheers for being here. It means the world.