I don't know if I'm anthropomorphising Laurie and admittedly know more about cats but her eyes look SO sad in that picture especially with her tail between her legs.
She reminds me of Eeyore
She reminds me of Eeyore
She strikes me as the kind if wanker that has rooms absolutely cluttered with bin bags, jars of piss etc. I'd imagine the kitchen is her "photo" room or some such. And lord I can only imagine how she smells. There's a particular stench of people who don't wash themselves or clothes for literal years. UrghBeing unable to read fear in animals is psychopathic. And she obviously can't or she wouldn't have posted that pic because 99% of humans can
Yeah she doesn't seem like a carefree, happy puppy, god love her . She's so young, too young to be looking this sad.I don't know if I'm anthropomorphising Laurie and admittedly know more about cats but her eyes look SO sad in that picture especially with her tail between her legs.
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I think someone said she smelt of musty clothes, fags and booze when they met her.She strikes me as the kind if wanker that has rooms absolutely cluttered with bin bags, jars of piss etc. I'd imagine the kitchen is her "photo" room or some such. And lord I can only imagine how she smells. There's a particular stench of people who don't wash themselves or clothes for literal years. Urgh
Not only that, but she is the primary source of the all the trauma and instability in his life. The endless house moves, the partners that come and go, the “step siblings” that come and go, the pets that come and go, the weeks spent in rehab, the crises leading up to the rehab…Can I just say how revolting it is that Jack uses her son to sadfish about her Forever Home and giving him stability and not traumatising him. When he doesn’t even bleeping live with her.
It’s vile.
To Jack, her son is nothing more than a prop for her to use in her storytelling.
Yes and Coops isn't really fine either. He's trying to drive Content off his territory by stalking her. Still they're just living toys to make ickle, smol Jack Jacks happy so I don't imagine she's giving their feelings any thought at all.That poor pup looks absolutely terrified and miserable in that pic. Look at her tail tucked right under! I don't believe Jack even sees that she's scared, taking and then plastering the photo with the dog looking decidedly unhappy on sm just to prove a point about how fine Cooper is
Agreed. A lovely responsible tenant who has bounced her rent on multiple occasions.And about the tree paying to have to prove "I'm a lovely, responsible tenant" (I added the comma to make the sentence more readable) just shows that in reality she isn't and is desperate to prove otherwise.
Her claim that she’s too coarse and common for the BBC is ridiculous. She seems to be stuck in the 1950s mindset, where presenters had cut glass accents and wore suits. Has she even watched any BBC food programs lately?From what I can see, the food media world is slowly changing. There's an emergence of new writers from less middle-class and white backgrounds and most of them seem to have no truck with her. As they gain traction, she will lose out because they know a fraud when they see one on account of actually having struggled for real. They are savvier and less noblesse oblige than the old guard. Basically, they aren't do-gooders.
Or it's issued to them so they can block itOh well. Normal Jack talking shite on twitter has been resumed I see. The other night it was snuffle bum and now its bork bork and all MPs have her work phone number (no they don't).
I also hate the way she immediately says that being a pet-owner is such great therapy, and fixes all her anxieties or w/e. I know my dog is a special case in more ways than one (Romanian street dog, incredibly intelligent - which isn't a good thing IMO, he overthinks everything - and now having to deal with chronic pain) but I never truly appreciated what an anxious person I was until I got him. We've been through so much together, but at times it's like we feed off each other's anxieties, especially before we got the chronic pain diagnosis when it was like he had a death wish and every walk was a nightmare, with me thanking god every time I got him home safely. Sorry, my-dog-rail, I really could write a book on it, but my point is - caring for a dog can be hard, emotionally, and yet Jack seems to think it's going to be a breeze and an answer to all her problems.I don't like the way she presents herself as an animal expert, and all her pets as absolutely perfect. While she's had Cooper, she's dog sat for people, had two kittens, rabbits, and now a puppy - and she'll always say, "Oh they get on so well! They're so chilled together!"
It's just...unlikely. We had two dogs who became best friends, but there were still some problems when we introduced them, and it took a while for dominance issues around feeding to be resolved. Our cat didn't take to the dogs, and although eventually they coexisted peacefully, it wasn't an easy road. That doesn't mean that they were tit animals, or that we were tit owners. Just that moving animals in together isn't straightforward. Jack always, ALWAYS claims it is, which seems like a red flag in and of itself.
All of this!From what I can see, the food media world is slowly changing. There's an emergence of new writers from less middle-class and white backgrounds and most of them seem to have no truck with her. As they gain traction, she will lose out because they know a fraud when they see one on account of actually having struggled for real. They are savvier and less noblesse oblige than the old guard. Basically, they aren't do-gooders.