I just wish I could remember what comment I had liked. I don't remember even doing it, and it must have been really innocuous. Seems like a waste to not remember, somehow it should be a memorable moment.Tested the theory that she is blocking anyone who likes an Instagram comment that is critical or questioning of her - and confirmed!
In that one small sentence, there are two "I"s and two "my"s. All about Jack. Narcissist."I want to establish my own show, in my own way, using everything I've learned over the past few weeks."
Loiter around the tip for pots people are dumping?If Vic centre closes that means Wilko will go. Where will Jack get her 1000litres of paint from then?!
I remember them! Also does anyone else remember the Hammer trousers phase in the 90's? I was the proud owner of about THREE (see Jack it's not just you whose fancy!) pairs, my pride and joy being a bright purple pair with gold stripe down the sidesAnyone remember popper pants? And how hilarious was it to unpop your mates pants and leave them exposed up to their arse??
After that phase I became a mosher though, despite never really liking any of the music. Any Mancs here will know the joys of whiling away your saturday in Afflecks
But she’s now living in the same house with *checks notes* another two cats.Poor Harriet and Milliband.
She was threatened with homelessness and she had to rehome them
I hope she does it today, I need to be productive tomorrowDon't worry, we've had the many childhood nostalgia conversations on here today. She'll be doing something bonkers soon.
She probably means she has some pizza leaflets on her table - there are always offers in those.
I think it's actually a different house. The one I assume wouldn't let cats in was her dream house by the sea, which she waxed lyrical about at the time (and which had amazing sea views) but which for some unknown reason she moved from, to her "shitty bungalow".But she’s now living in the same house with *checks notes* another two cats.
I spend most of my 13/14 age wearing huge baggy jeans that would be a nightmare when it rained and hanging around with guys in kilos of eyeliner, do young people still do that? I don’t recall seeing those jeans anymoreI spent a lot of the mid-nineties in severely ripped jeans with stripy tights underneath paired with army jackets and DMs, telling anyone who would listen how much I loved Green Day, Smashing Pumpkins, Dinosaur Jr and Radiohead. And eating loads of ‘freshly-baked’ (sometimes raw) Millie’s (?) cookies from the shopping mall. Loved those days of fast metabolism.
But will they offer banana and anchovy?She probably means she has some pizza leaflets on her table - there are always offers in those.
I don’t know if anyone ever followed the Londoner? But she alwayssss does this, endless meetings and exciting projects that never come to fruition. It is 100% an answer to our question of what she does all day, so ludicrous , do her fans never realise nothing happens ?Oh my God yes. The NEWS that never fucking materializes.
That’s like me with my You’ll Never Walk Alone tattoo. I piss off and leave everyone by themselves....She basically has that tattooed on her arm but it doesn’t seem to be an effective reminder
There are no nice licorice all sortsPopping in quickly (from...holiday! Sorry Jack!)
From that new article:
I often say to friends and family, ‘I’m not a bag of Liquorice Allsorts, you can’t just pick the ones you like, you either take the entire packet or you leave the bag on the shelf.
This may be one of the dumbest analogies ever, no?Let me let you in on a secret, Jack: you can eat the nice ones then throw away the blue bobbly ones, literally everyone else does...
I love that Letdown Larder has caught onGenuine question, what is she actually DOING? Those £15 school meals never materialised, she’s not done any YouTube videos, her son appears to be at his dad’s. Letdown Larder has been forgotten.....She’s probably elevating black voices behind the scenes. That’s it!
Someone here shared a screen shot or article where she said the other place with the sea views had terrible draughty windows and made her ill. I can’t remember her exact words but it was on one of these threads recently!I think it's actually a different house. The one I assume wouldn't let cats in was her dream house by the sea, which she waxed lyrical about at the time (and which had amazing sea views) but which for some reason unknown reason she moved from, to her "shitty bungalow".
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