I’m John, though if we’ve crossed paths in the wrong bar at the right hour, with one too many drinks between us, you probably know me as Jaymo. I grew up in the quiet countryside, but London stole my soul. It taught me to stay out too late, to say yes when I should have gone home, and to always chase down the last train. The nights are longer here, the stories are dirtier, and I’ve never once managed to make it back early.

Last Tube was born on one of those nights in Soho, when I was well “hydrated” and desperate to catch the Victoria Line north. That stumble, that laugh, that chaos captured everything I love about this city. The nights that stretch too far, the strangers who turn into accomplices and the sunrise that sneaks up on you when you least expect it.

Our clothes carry the spirit of nights that don’t want to end. A little cheeky, a little filthy, always with a wink. They are the kind of staples that can take you from morning coffee to the dance floor without ever looking out of place. Subtle when you want to blend in, bold enough to catch an eye when someone leans in close.

Every piece is responsibly made. No sweatshop labour and no guilt stitched into the seams. Cotton that’s kinder to the planet, and print on demand so nothing is wasted. You’ll look good, you’ll feel good, and you won’t be adding to the pile of things the world doesn’t need.

Last Tube is about being unapologetic. It’s about the stumble home, the laughter that echoes underground, and the sunrise that finds you still dressed from the night before with a glass of champagne in your hand. It’s about chasing what makes you feel alive, even if it means running for the last train.

And if you want to follow the ride in real time, you can usually catch me on Instagram @thatjohnm probably still up too late.