So What Actually Happens on a Sunday?

Right, let's clear this up before your brain fills in the blanks with something terrifying.

No, you don't have to bring a CV. No, nobody's going to ask "so what's your five year plan." No, there is no icebreaker where you say your name and one fun fact. We have standards.

Here's the actual plan: we meet at a café somewhere in London. Not a co-working space, not a conference room with bad lighting — an actual café, with actual chairs you can sink into and coffee that isn't from a machine that also does soup. We pick cafés on purpose. Co-working spaces make you feel like you should be doing something. Cafés just let you exist.

You turn up, you say hi, you sit down. Someone will probably be halfway through a story about a rejection email so unhinged it's basically performance art. You'll laugh. You'll probably share your own. This is the whole event, really — a room full of people who get it, without you having to explain the bit where you refresh your email seventeen times a day.

No agenda. No structured networking. No name badges. If conversation drifts into actual job stuff, great, let it — turns out people swap way better advice over a flat white than in a "structured peer support session." If it doesn't, also great. Sometimes you just need two hours where nobody asks about your job search.

You leave, you probably feel lighter, you maybe have a new friend. That's genuinely it.

First one's coming soon — get on the list so you're not finding out about it three weeks late, mid-scroll, wondering why everyone looks so well-rested.

Your comeback starts Sunday.