How Jake Wightman Ran Off With the World Title and Our Last Shred of Collective Hope
Jake Wightman and the Quiet Art of Ruining Everyone’s Afternoon in Oslo By our still-breathing correspondent in the cheap seats On an overcast evening in Oslo last July, while most of the planet was doom-scrolling about energy prices, food shortages, and the inexplicable resurgence of cargo shorts, a polite Scotsman called Jake Wightman stepped onto…