Years ago I had a job I hated. Every morning the alarm would go off, I'd lie there for a few minutes trying to figure out if I felt sick and if so, was I sick enough to call in to work. This is the feeling I get with Jack and all her illnesses before jobs. Why does she keep accepting them?
"You’re in the Washington Post this morning!"
Especially after Nigella doubled her subscriber numbers back in January; she knew full well she hadn't provided a single benefit or update for over 12 months by then, and seeing so many new subscribers pledge to "support her vital work" didn't give what passes for her conscience enough of a prod to even post a simple welcome/thank you message. Anyone with an ounce of decency or responsibility would have got their shit together and put measures in place to ensure people got what they were paying for well before that point, not just ignore all questions and get snippy with anyone who dared ask where their bonuses were.
Ah but that was before she did a six hour sex with a man. Alas we on Tattle shall never understand this as we have never known lurve, are all enraged virgins, have no partners, friends or family and exist solely to undermine the good works of the ickle charidee pixie. If only we could be as happy and fulfilled as Jack.
Morning all,
Maybe she should apply (have applied) this logic to her son who is a minor and has his own story to tell instead of parading his face in front of empty cupboards along with his name, date of birth to whoever would look at her.
I’m sure what she wants is the life she had with Allegra, being part of the London lefty media crowd with an Uber wealthy partner to keep her in sideboards and floral boiler suits while she dicks about writing the odd column and have a book published every couple of years so she can pretend she works for a living. Instead she’s stuck in Southend with an increasingly diminishing number of high profile supporters, not poor but not minted enough to spunk money in the way she’d like, getting a bit old to be a trophy wife with a career that’s sliding down the pan and heading for a life more ordinary. She’s genuinely in a hell of her own making and doesn’t even know it. If she wasn’t such a cunt I’d feel sorry for her.
BH’s (better half
) pie she hasn’t so much as pushed the pastry to the edges. Also not blind baked the pastry, so it’ll have a soggy bottom. Is it just me or do they look less like pies and more like little tartlets? They look about 7-8cms across and maybe 2cms deep…. Either way, the oversharing never fails to make me feel deeply uncomfortable. Poor SB. Constant new lovers in and out of his life and his home, it would be seen as disgusting if it was anyone else. Why does nobody who supports her pick up on this?
