2023 predictions:
January: A warrior will arrive from the murky realms of “up country” and Rancid will fake cry while face fucking the camera with her giant slug wobbling, saying that all the lady needs to start afresh is £5000 in footlocker vouchers. Huns will froth at the gash to buy them then start fighting like vultures in the aftermath.
February: a heart warming tale of being so in love when they met, with so many tiny broken hearts to feed and only one portion of M&S reduced salmon a week between them all, they are now deserving of the £6k matching his and hers gucci dressing gowns for Valentine’s Day.
March: A month of deflection. Wobble lines up so many animals 2 by 2 he makes Noah green with envy before a sharp eyed tattler notices Seb has moved out to live with a girlfriend and the patchwork quilt is fraying at the seems.
April: 2 nights at herpes lodge is followed by a boozy lunch chez Arsetrid who later creams herself when a picture of her garlic bread goes viral.
May: The saviour of all women is 41! King Charles will announce an extra bank holiday and Cantina at goodrington will offer 241 on all cocktails between 2-4pm.
June: bratsy moves home. It wasn’t anyones fault, she loved her time in not Liverpool, she did absolutely amazing and 4 top modelling agencies were begging to sign her up. She simply missed sniffing her mamas perfume and twiddling her hair. Scouse Jen is swiftly unfollowed and never mentioned again.
July: FML the summer holidays have begun. Slosh deploys to the beach with 2 crates of merlot. Rancid retires to the loft to work harder on the internet. Bratsy mothers wobble. Edie lives at her Dads. Lula sets fire to Paignton train station. Seb hasn’t been seen for months. Isaac moved to the moon last year.
August: anniversary of being horrifically sliced in 2. Stabby reappears on the scene. She was always a bestie but things were complicated. Rancid employs her as gardener at Tracy beakers dumping ground. Her talents lie with the garden shears.
September: patchwork shop shuts its doors on winner street for the last time. Village idiot Jordan takes it over, branding it the hub for his latest CIC raising funds to help one legged, three eyed dogs rescued from Neptune.
October: 3 weeks in Australia. It’s hurts so bad to leave her babies that she FaceTimes once. Exploring Ayres Rock is a painful but cathartic experience when Rancid realises she is barefoot and covered in blisters, all because her Mum didn’t buy her trainers when she was 14.
November: a bout of BV so horrific that slosh shuts the windows in the attic, convinced the smell from Paignton harbour is drifting west.
A new trend for short back and sides in boys on instagram leaves rancid incapable of maintaining wobbles manbun for fear it will trigger his level 3 autism diagnosis and she will suffer his worse meltdown yet
December: fizzy cats piss aplenty during a 2 night stay at a boutique hotel in bath while wobble puts up the Xmas tree single handed.
Rushed insta post about being more present.
PatreCON numbers have dwindled to 4
Appointment for universal credit sign on January 4th 2024.
Happy new year tattlers