As we all know, Jack sold all her
tit and made 3 grand.
3 grand is a lot of 20£ coffee tables, no? Luckily Jack had more specialist items to sell...
(A Frau with more knowledge of when UK festival tickets go on sale can take a look at that one!)
Even more luckily, Jack discovered that the world is full of idiots eager to part with their money:
Is this the first squig? The protosquig?
Jack was keen to get involved with this idea:
...and a monster is born!
Some people tried to offer other kinds of help, but Jack was havig none of it:
Send cashos, not adviceos:
This was also the start of Jack's media career:
Being on local media and with a history of being stalked, Jack showed her usual caution:
(I squiggled the address just in case one of her more rabid fans tries to set up a blue plaque.)
She sold EVERYTHING (except her laptop, camera, that Monsoon dress she was going to put on eBay last year, the fancy dress she wore to the awards the following month, the heart apron she wore in 2013 publicity shots...and her Filofax):
So the essential question: where did the money go? As we know from previous deep dives, she didn't move for another couple of months afterwards until she found a flat that was both bigger and marginally cheaper.
Some of it went to her doomed crafting business...
...and, interestingly, she claims to have donated some to charity (citation needed).
Just gonna finish by saying that if I were so desperate I had to sell EVERYTHING, up to and including my son's toy dinosaur, to survive - and if I were worried I'd soon end up in the same situation again - charitable donation of other people's money would not be a top priority. Unless I were trying to create an image, of course...
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