Last thread, Jack moved on from having her imaginary Harold and his Mormon/trad Catholic/Protestant traybake family round for lunch and instead it was LIGHTS OFF because she couldn't sleep before a big day and that makes her extra neurodivergent (insert that Sure, Jan gif). She also tried to say that SB is her alarm clock and we all judged her for it.
She packed eleventy billion demon shirts to her book shoot and had to tell Twitter about it. No one cared. There was lots of inexplicable graaaghing?
She wanged on about risotto being made from any rice; all oils were interchangable; she exposed Big Sugar, yawn. She told everyone she'd made loads of notes on her trip to Venice and then simply did not share them. She complained that the BBC won't employ her for a myraid of reasons, but skirted round the real truth that is she's shit at everything.
@heretoreaditall2019 took one for the team and revealed that she's been drying oranges for three weeks, and proceeded to grate them. She may also have poisoned Mr HTRIA in the process because they might have been waxy.
We found out she's coming to Glasgow and there was a collective howling and gnashing of teeth amongst the Scottish fraus, preparing ourselves for Kumquat in a Kilt.
There was the astonishing crispy wig and the Cult Status Headscarf. Either hair and make up fucking hated her at the book shoot, or she did it to herself.
She once again pretended that she knows anything about football, and that she's been a Liverpool fan since 1349, actually.
