Exactly
Sod off with the VBI, Jack
Sod off with your 'economist' spiel
Sort your patreon out
I'm staggered she has the nerve to do anything else
Absolute clown
Get in the bin (as the
P.S. I love your name @Potatoes O’Houlihan
Jack Monroe #416 Food Hero? LMAO, should be in the dock for crimes against pasta.
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Sod off with the VBI, Jack
Sod off with your 'economist' spiel
Sort your patreon out
I'm staggered she has the nerve to do anything else
Absolute clown
Get in the bin (as the
P.S. I love your name @Potatoes O’Houlihan
Simply mix some softened lard with lemon juice from a bottle. Go well, pal xxView attachment 1654478
Jack, I'm in the Halfpenny Lane branch of Asda in Pontefract and they've run out of Smart Price Lemon Curd. What would you recommend I buy instead because I'm ever so confused. #WhatWouldJackDo
‘Don’t want to tag her’; don’t worry tender squig. Something tells me she’ll see your tweet anyway, somehow
They were
recently but I can't find the post now. Shall start adding the post links to the stocktake spreadsheet.
THAT MAN has posted this on FB
Mentions his struggle with dyslexia and reading
Mentions his struggle with dyslexia and reading
Lord I am slow today, that took me longer than it should to fathom it out. Jack's a COCK!
Also, just when I think I am done being irritated by her, I read some more of her self proclaimed sainthood and it makes me absolutely livid about her lying, grifting face. My personal aneurysm - 'working 100 hours weeks. 100 hours = 14.3 hours × 7 days, every day. Doing what, exactly? Faffing about on Twitter? Volunteering at a food bank? What?? I have truly worked 16 hours days for weeks on end (because reasons), and we're talking *actual* work here, not faffing online. I am incensed on behalf of all the people who truly work really long hours to feed their families, and are robbed of their hard earned money by the lying, thieving charlatan.
Sorry, that article got to me.
OMG Jack help! There are lots of very stressed-out looking people wandering around, picking fluffy and golden large baking potatoes up and putting them back again*View attachment 1654478
*homage to that hilarious squig tweet about the good folk of Charlton milling like a distressed flock in the local Asda after the yellow sticker items disappeared
I'm with you - the tales of ever-increasing 80, 100, 120 hrs a week of "work" pisses me off.Also, just when I think I am done being irritated by her, I read some more of her self proclaimed sainthood and it makes me absolutely livid about her lying, grifting face. My personal aneurysm - 'working 100 hours weeks. 100 hours = 14.3 hours × 7 days, every day. Doing what, exactly? Faffing about on Twitter? Volunteering at a food bank? What?? I have truly worked 16 hours days for weeks on end (because reasons), and we're talking *actual* work here, not faffing online. I am incensed on behalf of all the people who truly work really long hours to feed their families, and are robbed of their hard earned money by the lying, thieving charlatan.
Sorry, that article got to me.
And it fits with the pattern of everything about Jack turning out to be worse in reality than we ever guessed.They were
We've been making wisecracks about sweaty pleather traaazzers for months, assuming that they were £20-from-Primark numbers (or £90 Spanx at worst) - but the joke's on us. We'd have been better talking about them being made of three grand's worth of 90% vegan hand-boiled sheep's embryos, it would have been more realistic.
Wtf is wrong with this woman? With everything that's going on she's peeped on to like a tweet from July??
I think she classifies all the time she is awake and conscious as work.
Going to the supermarket = 'research'
Making dinner = 'honing new recipies'
Having a bath = 'creating housework hacks'
Faffing about on Twitter = 'public engagement'
Looking after SB = 'being a role model for single mothers'
Purchasing expensive clothes = 'insurance against a further Poverty'
Someone has thrown a net bag of lemons over the fence into my garden. Does this mean she's finally 
me? Is it a sign, like a chalk mark on my door?
me? Is it a sign, like a chalk mark on my door?
I had never seen that quote before this post Vali! It is NOT a “modest” size holy f*** that’s made me quite upset. I am biased because I grew up in the same damn town, just not the fancy bit of it that she did, and I know exactly where her house is, and not a single one of them is anything less than lovely and spacious by normal people’s standards, and hers certainly isn’t. (To be honest, even the 3 bed terraces in most of the town - even the less fancy bits - are quite a decent size.)
I now live in a city where space is at much more of a premium, and can’t afford to rent much of it for me and two kids, but have to make it work, so we do make it work. We’re technically overcrowded, but have no hope of social housing and I can’t afford a larger private rental, so as a household we just have to use the space we do have well. Which we manage to do by me not buying gigantic Cotswold sideboards or doubling up on chintz boilersuits, collecting hundreds of bits of crockery and cutlery for no reason, that sort of thing. Jack has no idea what a modest sized house is if she believes her lovely 3 bed detached in a sought-after road in Thorpe Bay is a modest size. I said in one of my early posts that she’s comparing herself to the yacht club/horsey families, instead of normal families, and I believe it even more now.
modest. F*** off.
(edited to correct my pissed-off typos. I’m leaving the poor grammar, because can’t be arsed to make it sound like I was relaxed writing this post. But I will not tolerate my own misspellings
)Real lemons? No way Jack would splurge for those. Not when bottled is better.Someone has thrown a net bag of lemons over the fence into my garden. Does this mean she's finally
Are they Passive Aggressive lemons? If not, I think you'll be ok.Someone has thrown a net bag of lemons over the fence into my garden. Does this mean she's finally
I found an empty vodka bottle in our gardenSomeone has thrown a net bag of lemons over the fence into my garden. Does this mean she's finally
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"a raging sense of injustice and an awful lot of snow coffee" don't make me bleeping laugh.
Turn the narc dial up to 11...
Turn the narc dial up to 11...
Indeed! This is the first rule of Squigdom. I hope that eventually that is all JackArse ever gets.
On any social media platform.
"modest" her crappy bungalow is nearly twice the size of my 3 bed semi plus it has a 100ft garden.
The Rightmove listing shows it as 1700sqft, 158 sqm and the floor plan doesn't include the outbuildings so I assume they are extra.
The Rightmove listing shows it as 1700sqft, 158 sqm and the floor plan doesn't include the outbuildings so I assume they are extra.
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