The MN moderation policy is just bizarre. They allow all manner of personal attacks and abuse when it comes to Mumsnetters, but god forbid you criticise someone in the public eye - they have an attack of the vapours.When I was looking into sad kitten incident, I came across a MN thread where someone questioned Jack's mental state and said that she was 'wearing it (the kitten) in a sling' at one point.Anyway, people responded that thread would be banned because MN doesn't allow speculation about people's mental health. I thought BUT I WANT TO SPECULATE ABOUT HER MENTAL HEALTH!
Jack Monroe #297 I'm not a natural tax payer.
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Rye is indeed beautiful and has specific significance for lesbians xx
Ikr, it was strange because the posts weren't even that critical, it was more like 'is she okay at the moment?'
My mum does this because it was the thing in halls when she was teacher training. Every weekend cold baked beans with the salad. Was perchance your Mum studying in Hull in the 60s
He was supposed to be a sort of sexy David Cameron type. Yes, I know Cameron wasn't PM yet but he was 'up and coming' when the film came out.
Also yes to getting a bit of sick in my mouth for typing 'sexy David Cameron '
Is it like, mixed up with the lettuce and stuff? Only I like cold beans, but only straight out the tin if I’m drunk (or more likely as a student too stoned to turn the hob on)
Not an MOD warning sign to be seen
I think on the side. She also likes pickled beetroot and used to do big fancy diner parties in the 70s which involved a bizzare box full of laminated cordon bleu recipes. Honestly I think her taste in food is why I became veggie even after being told I'd have to cook all my own food at 13
Grunking, but do we have any updates on the unboxing of the miniature giant space P*mble yet? 
Beetroot was a school dinner thing in Scotland in the 1970s 
. Cabbage too. Lots of cabbage. Mashed tatties and strange cakes made with raisins and custard everywhere. Right up Jacks street. I still struggle with beetroot to this day
. Cabbage too. Lots of cabbage. Mashed tatties and strange cakes made with raisins and custard everywhere. Right up Jacks street. I still struggle with beetroot to this day
The hummus curry is good! I've definitely admitted to having eaten it somewhere, probably the OT thread. You can't eject me from the canal for it. I know my rights and I've settled in, like the dry rot that caused Jack's shelf to spontaneously collapse.
I've also only just realised that peach is an anagram of cheap. A true food of the poors
I've also only just realised that peach is an anagram of cheap. A true food of the poors
Hi, wonderful people. Jumping in lurker style to thank you all for some laughs in the past week or so. I was in a dark place, no light in either of my eyes, howling, throwing chairs, etc, so getting giddy about a sentient pumble was a helpful distraction. Thank you for the tireless work. You must be exhausted.
And thank you for adding to my Canadian vocabulary. Been calling everything “claggy” for weeks now and I’ll hit the spot one day. But I’ve recently figured out toasties are just sealed toasted sandwiches (aka grilled cheese), so I’m simultaneously less impressed with you all. But before you go after this non-binary class traitor for not thanking you enough (unclear which class I’m betraying), know that for every criticism of toastie makers I have, I believe there are thousands of other North Americans silently thanking you for helping them laugh about very British things this week. That is a huge achievement, cabal. People who wouldn’t have laughed about pumble this week are laughing, because of you all
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(If unclear, I’m channeling a smoke-blowing squig. You cabal are just all right and made me chuckle when I was climbing the walls. Also DMs are open if anyone can forensically track me down online and send me a $130 CAD Breville toastie maker. I’d buy it myself, but I’m not a natural spender and feeling too autistic to find my credit card today.)
And thank you for adding to my Canadian vocabulary. Been calling everything “claggy” for weeks now and I’ll hit the spot one day. But I’ve recently figured out toasties are just sealed toasted sandwiches (aka grilled cheese), so I’m simultaneously less impressed with you all. But before you go after this non-binary class traitor for not thanking you enough (unclear which class I’m betraying), know that for every criticism of toastie makers I have, I believe there are thousands of other North Americans silently thanking you for helping them laugh about very British things this week. That is a huge achievement, cabal. People who wouldn’t have laughed about pumble this week are laughing, because of you all
.(If unclear, I’m channeling a smoke-blowing squig. You cabal are just all right and made me chuckle when I was climbing the walls. Also DMs are open if anyone can forensically track me down online and send me a $130 CAD Breville toastie maker. I’d buy it myself, but I’m not a natural spender and feeling too autistic to find my credit card today.)
All together now….
”TO THE RECYCLING BIN!”
Feed to the Pumble in its pit. If we keep it fed we stay safe
I have a 20 year old breville that still works and I need to use it soon
I think she’d turn her nose up at the PM job. Boris lives in a FLAT of all things. Not even an executive one. And it’s not a forever home. She’d probably moan and whine about having to move again.
I was reading about THAT MAN the other day and it strikes me that his upbringing may have actually been less privileged than Jack. His parents owned pubs, which is hardly big money, and he only got two GCSEs (no half). As annoying as I find him, I admire that he put in the graft and worked on his skill. You don’t seem him pushing the same bleeping recipe from 2012 over and over and moaning about how he used to work long shifts in the kitchen at the pub.
"Yeet into the BBQ to help cook your bank holiday food....."
That sounds euphemistic, like when parents tell a child their beloved dog has gone to a lovely farm. Don't worry darling, the book's being looked after and it's having a great time with all its friends <sounds of books being pulped in the background>
This has just been on one of those forgotten hits of the 80s music channels
Ninnies I was not singing tumble
Ninnies I was not singing tumble
The more Jack slags off Jamie the more I like him. Actually I saw this video he made maybe around 18 months ago when he was talking about poverty and food and I’ll tell you something. The research he did was far more impressive than anything I’ve seen Jack Monroe churn out. Plus he spoke like he really cared.
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