Bernie J Mitchell

Bernie J Mitchell

"Email-first community building for independent coworking spaces"


The Song, The Memory, The Marinade

The Song, The Memory, The Marinade

Service is black and white. Hospitality is colour. At 11pm on Friday, I was alone in the kitchen making a marinade for Cuban pork. Did I want to go to bed? Yes. Was I absolutely fucking loving putting it all together? Of course. Our son—the Boy, the child formerly known as #Babybernie—and I had planned to make Cuban sandwiches together. The ones from the film Chef. We went to the supermarket, hunted down the exact ingredients, and had a conversation with the butcher about the best cut of me
We never had a plan. We just opened the door.

We never had a plan. We just opened the door.

So Reader, Back in 2016 when Phil and I ran WorkHubs in Euston, there was a garage between our building and The Wesley Hotel next door. The Wesley was London's first ethical hotel. Their entire USP is sustainability. Everything they do. James, the hotel manager, decided to pull the garage door up. They made a pop-up café and a tiny garden out of pallets and reclaimed wood. Doug Shaw came along with a friend and did an art project. That artwork is still there today, 10 years later. The garage
If ADHD was an Olympic sport, I'd be Michael

If ADHD was an Olympic sport, I'd be Michael

On ADHD, Elizabeth King, Herb Alpert at 90, and learning that constraints aren’t the enemy of creativity. You know what you should be doing. You’ve known for months. Maybe years. Launch the thing. Finish the website. Build the system. Stop winging it. But you keep pushing it down the list. “When I finally finish this...” becomes the thing you tell yourself every week. Every month. Every quarter. You’re not avoiding it because you’re lazy. You’re avoiding it because the options are infinite