Worries about the effect on less robust people - posts immediately about ''assholes in her head''Only replies to the negative comments which are disappointing in themselves.can someone with half a brain please call her out for being the insensitive, self absorbed dick that she is?
"Keep your eyes peeled"
The only time Iโve ever drank it was at a youth work training course. I was one of the trainers but we were allowed to drink. Someone passed me a bottle of cola.
Just peel your eyes off. In fact, grate them.
Wow. She really needs to stop mentioning chemotherapy just because sheโs had
SHANโT.
Posting screenshots from insta on twitter? I wonder why.
Hahaha oh god pls noThe only time Iโve ever drank it was at a youth work training course. I was one of the trainers but we were allowed to drink. Someone passed me a bottle of cola.
It wasnโt cola. It was bucky
Pints of snake bike and black were my choice at uni, so classy, drank it whilst wearing my cargo pants and smelling of Benetton perfume. Glad there was no social media then, it wasnโt glamorous!When I first worked in a pub we used to serve a โsnakebiteโ which was half beer/half cider/optional blackcurrant. It sent people loopy so we werenโt allowed to do it any more after a while but we were allowed to pour someone a half cider and blackcurrant, half beer and accidentally leave a clean pint glass on the bar
This is genius!
I still love music (and still love A Different Class and The Bends), but I no longer feel the visceral anger I used to when people subjected me to what I considered to be low quality music (ie all pop or anything that didn't feature guitars). Now I happily bop along to much of it.Thank-you, amazing hausfrauen/dark & disgusting cabal, for all your deeply kind and warm wishes. I've been so stressed getting ready for the move but now, having met my vendors, I'm nothing but excited to be moving to a home which has been so cherished. The woman said, "she's a good, warm house and she'll look after you". I could tell so many hair-raising stories about my current place... suffice to say it's high time to move on and I'm so grateful.
On a different note, talking about the 90s, I remember stomping round in Global Hypercolour and James t-shirts, Joe Bloggs jeans and Lennon-style round tinted glasses. I listened to James (obvs), Happy Mondays, Stone Roses, Northern Uproar, Inspiral Carpets, The Charlatans, Candy Flip... then I was all about Pulp and Radiohead (circa A Different Class and The Bends, so... 1996?). I was so opinionated and passionate about music, buying every single magazine and poring over the reviews. I couldn't ever have imagined that changing. I couldn't give a tit now. It's all noise
why must they be in every single effing photo?I can't remember where she posted it (twitter?) but she said she'd been looking through the cancer cookbook (which according to her insta, she also contributed a recipe to / attended its launch) but obviously she's seen some new gap in the market and very much intends to capitalise on it.
It was such a bloody diveI knew you were my people... I loved the venue circa 1998.... often making a short detour into canal street for the tunes
free entry and all drinks 50p before 11-midnight, bargain!My mum taught alongside his wifes dad and he drew a picture of a cat for my wee brother when he was about 7 and signed it and my mum found it and got it framed and gave it to my brother about 5 years ago for his Christmas.
Sheโs talking about herself in third person!
To draw attention to all her TROLLZPosting screenshots from insta on twitter? I wonder why.
Bonus points for being pretty lax on the ID front tooIt was such a bloody dive
