Every Jack thread should have had a Take a Break-style title. 317 missed opportunities...
Love at Last: I Slipped Him A Smartprice Sausage And He Returned The Favour!
Love at Last: I Slipped Him A Smartprice Sausage And He Returned The Favour!
the ‘She’s gonna go all “I don’t believe in labels”
We MUST do this for the next thread #318 with whatever Jackccident happened in that threadEvery Jack thread should have had a Take a Break-style title. 317 missed opportunities...
Love at Last: I Slipped Him A Smartprice Sausage And He Returned The Favour!
Yes Linda Riley is a friend of Jack AND the person behind the abhorrent Ripper museum.Wasn't there some scandal with Linda and the awful ripper museum? Also, a hoo haa around the LGBT+ awards in Aus a few years ago?
ETA Sorry! I meant to put this behind a spoiler.
I've been a charity shop afficionada my whole lifetime or so I thought until I ventured to various cities and excitedly visited chazzas in posh areas hoping to nab some bargains. Probably ten years ago or more, Oxfam Kensington, the cheapest item was a pair of £90 used jeans. A chazza in Clifton, probably another Oxfam, everything I liked was well out of my budget, even my new things budget, v disappointed, thinking I'd be coming home with unimaginable treasures, I hadn't realised that everyone has caught on to the joys of a good old rummageIDK what all this Caledonian Road tit is either. It’s the Cally. Bloody mockneys.
And yeah, as other posters have said you aren’t going to get a dress from a charity shop in London for a couple of quid. I’ve seen used designer gear that’s still priced at a couple of hundred. Charity shops are much more savvy nowadays.
I don't know why she doesn't just come out as bi, so she can be victimized by both sides.This is the start of Pride month isn’t it? Jack can’t come out as having an old Harold this month. I wonder if it’ll be like the Gingerbread thing where they say it’s ok she’s going out with a man, but identifies as a lesbian.
I thought so.Yes Linda Riley is a friend of Jack AND the person behind the abhorrent Ripper museum.
I've been a charity shop afficionada my whole lifetime or so I thought until I ventured to various cities and excitedly visited chazzas in posh areas hoping to nab some bargains. Probably ten years ago or more, Oxfam Kensington, the cheapest item was a pair of £90 used jeans. A chazza in Clifton, probably another Oxfam, everything I liked was well out of my budget, even my new things budget, v disappointed, thinking I'd be coming home with unimaginable treasures, I hadn't realised that everyone has caught on to the joys of a good old rummage
And another boutique style chazza in Glasgow, can't remember the area, looked very chichi, thought I'm bound to strike it lucky, I actually felt like an undeserving skank fingering their beautifully displayed silken smalls (& way too small for me, I'd have ended up taking a knife to my overpriced charity shop... pants... da duck?!)
It's more proof Jack knows nothing of the subject matter and is a sneery snob. She really thinks all charity shops are dingy places, where everything is a quid. Even the more regular ones by me are like little boutiques.The Cotswolds-ish is where it's at for posh charity shops, lots of small local charities that don't have the time to do ebay selling, they mark things up a little, but it's still cheap. We went for a day trip to one market town and got literally hundreds of pounds of high end baby clothes for less than £20 shortly before baby cucumber was born.
Every time you mention baby cucumber I get cartoon love hearts in my eyes.The Cotswolds-ish is where it's at for posh charity shops, lots of small local charities that don't have the time to do ebay selling, they mark things up a little, but it's still cheap. We went for a day trip to one market town and got literally hundreds of pounds of high end baby clothes for less than £20 shortly before baby cucumber was born.
My pussy( cat) gets called fat.Take a Jack!
I’ve fallen in love - with myself!
I thought I only liked bollocks in my sausages - until I met Harold!
I decked my wimp brother, at Christmas!
A white winger said “keep your legs shut” so I kicked him!
I bit a 50p size hole in my lip, but red lippy cured me!
I made a box - out of a box!
I fell down the stairs AGAIN - and forgot I supported QPR!
Ooh good tip, I haven't been there for years but many moons ago got a beautiful Boden raincoat in a Cotswolds chazza , not a big Boden fan but it really suited me. Obvs I put on a shitload of weight and had to be airlifted out of it or somesuch drastic tight clothes chaosThe Cotswolds-ish is where it's at for posh charity shops, lots of small local charities that don't have the time to do ebay selling, they mark things up a little, but it's still cheap. We went for a day trip to one market town and got literally hundreds of pounds of high end baby clothes for less than £20 shortly before baby cucumber was born.
Oooooooo remember sweet shop eyeshadow Jack?! Will she treat us to a 'look' tonight?My pussy( cat) gets called fat.
I found love in Lidl thanks to my man
I dyed my clothes black, now I only wear colour.
There’s a lot of shady tit about Jack’s mate Linda. Here’s a Private Eye expose: https://imgur.io/a/fnI43o2Wasn't there some scandal with Linda and the awful ripper museum? Also, a hoo haa around the LGBT+ awards in Aus a few years ago?
ETA Sorry! I meant to put this behind a spoiler.
One day I'll call them that in real life. Maybe I'll go with gherkin.Every time you mention baby cucumber I get cartoon love hearts in my eyes.
Unless it's Burberry found in a puddle.She’s gonna go all “I don’t believe in labels”