Jack Patchett

If you like pasta, rainy walks and dog based internet content, you’ll love Jack Patchett. Cinematic sad boi indie-folk for moments of contemplation but also for moments when you didn’t quite cook enough mash and have to re-boil some more potatoes to meet your full potential. ——— My mission to create the perfect memoir: A few years ago I started writing down quotes from conversations I was involved in, which sounded like they would be incredible chapters of the ultimate memoir. All of the titles are completely real and were said out loud (this may be hard to believe at times). As the weeks go by I will use the new fandangled artificial intelligence technology of the modern age, to bring this memoir to life. Come back every month for an introduction to a new chapter. ### Chapter 3: Pesto and Humbugs Mum left Dad over pesto. Said it was “too fancy” for a man who called mayonnaise spicy. I was eight, armed with a sack of humbugs and a front-row seat to middle-class warfare. Gran took Dad’s side. She always hated basil. Said it looked like spinach trying too hard.