I wish he hadn’t used the word « mulatta » to describe Meghan Markle; it’s a horrible word to use.
But the rest of it seems if anything generous to Jack, like he’s only just beginning to see the grift, the slop, the lies and the charity fraud.
I wish he hadn’t used the word « mulatta » to describe Meghan Markle; it’s a horrible word to use.Has this been seen before?
Diary Blog, 30 September 2022, including an assessment of “Jack Monroe”, aka the “Bootstrap Cook”
Morning music [Volegov, Morning at St. Remy de Provence] On this day a year ago “Jack Monroe”, the “Bootstrap Cook”: an assessment I have blogged (briefly) previously a few …ianrobertmillard.org
I found that in aWas in Poundland earlier with my 5 year old, getting him yet more paints and brushes.
Saw this on the book section for £3!! Fair play to whatever publisher is pulling the rug from under Jack Monroe's feet by putting a low cost cooking book in a low cost shop at a low price. Fucking brilliant.
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Molly could do it via Amazon self publish.......
Maybe she’s nipped in to see her friends in the ICU.Is Jack still on the school run?
Horse spunk hoops
He's back filming in the Caribbean, I think he's done a couple of instas but a bit busy with actual work to fanny about on the hellsite. Won't he have a lovely catch up when he gets home!He's not showing any Twitter activity since August. I think he's BUSY.
I bet that's quite nice, as long as you don't rinse the hoops first. All that lovely tomato sauce falling into the crumpet holes - yum.
She’s serenading them with a quivery version of Shakespear Sister’s Stay as we speak. One of the other patients woke up just so they could unplug themselves.Maybe she’s nipped in to see her friends in the ICU.
You remembered PitseaOh mercy, Jack's autobiography is coming out next year?
A Girl Called Slop: Chapter 1
I grew up in a shoe box in Southend, my family an exotic blend of Cypriot, Scots, Norn Irish, and Pitsea. Lest you think that sounds a bit white, I remind you that one of the waifs we graciously gave an extra bit of room at the table for 15 years is Black. This absolves me of all racial insensitivity forever. My grandfather was a penniless immigrant who came to the UK with nothing but the clothes on his back and a lunchbox full of homemade dolmades. He remained penniless until his untimely death at the age of 75. My mother was also a poor immigrant, and my dad was a firefighter. I've seen a lot of fucking fires.
Oh mercy, Jack's autobiography is coming out next year?
A Girl Called Slop: Chapter 1
I grew up in a shoe box in Southend, my family an exotic blend of Cypriot, Scots, Norn Irish, and Pitsea. Lest you think that sounds a bit white, I remind you that one of the waifs we graciously gave an extra bit of room at the table for 15 years is Black. This absolves me of all racial insensitivity forever. My grandfather was a penniless immigrant who came to the UK with nothing but the clothes on his back and a lunchbox full of homemade dolmades. He remained penniless until his untimely death at the age of 75. My mother was also a poor immigrant, and my dad was a firefighter. I've seen a lot of fucking fires.
Cannot forget the online cooking contest for kids at home to make the "Sticky Brown Poo" that got 1 (ONE) entry. Don't know if it was funded by some charity in Bristol, Aardman or Netflix or a combo of the three but it was a fucking shocker. Pudding also contained nuts so allergy kids ruled out straight away.
Plus it was called a poo.
Coming from the past, so we may have moved on, but I was disturbed by this too.Thats gross. Inexcusable poor parenting. Especially cos there was another kid he was supposed to rub along with. It should take years of a stable relationship to get to that point of blending families. A revolving door of mums new partners to get used to is a red flag for emotional wellbeing and safeguarding
Babe, same xWe laugh, but I do think this is really what happened!
when she remembered she’s supposed to have arthritis in her shoulder on the train home. Having been to Netherlands, Scotland then is in UNBEARABLE PAIN pulling into Euston and asking ppl for a sling or shoulder brace ffsYeah, I wonder too.....what exactly about spending a whole weekend with just Jack for company and then her going solo to Scotland, where she was going to wear a bedsheet to an award ceremony, got her dumped?
W.F.K
I think she lives in The Medium Place"Twitters main character"fuck off Jack The ego on her!
There was two more slops after my earlier post:For those not following the slopalong thread just crossposting today's slops
@Day3TShirt's Soda bread - Link
@IcanSpellBéchamel's Brie and Bacon Risotto - Link
@definitelynotvlad's Crappucino - Link
@Kittypops' Easy Zero-Waste Veg-Peel Stuffing Roast - Link
@Shimmering's Peanut Butter Frozen Yoghurt - Link (to be continued)
@dickanddom's Microwave mac ’n’ cheese - Link
Other recent slopalongs:
@OwlChampagne's Bread, Bean & Fennel Stew - Link
@HaveTinCanRattle's Peanut milk rice pudding - Links: (1) (2) (3) (4)
@House of Carbonara's 5 minute bread - Links: (1) (2)
Luckily I'm a seasoned Frau and know not to drink tea whilst reading this thread otherwise 'labial disabilities' would have had Coles' English Breakfast all over my freshly-laundered tablecloth. Je suis mort.Chapter Two
When I was eleven I started at a girls grammar school, which daddy drove me toin his pink Mercedes Range Rover discovery,white van, fire engine. I was of course cleverer that 99.364 and three twelfths of Essex, and not like other girls, so had no chums except Rachel from Friends who I chained myself to forcold hard cashcharity until she escaped. All my teachers hated me, said they’d take me down a peg or two, and that I’d amount to nothing and Borbora said I might be able to flip burgers if I kept my legs together (Which is actually slander, considering my labial disabilities. WARNED) Then one of them stalked me until I moved house 34 times.
Anyway, despite being utterly brilliant and starring in all the school plays while being cripplingly reclusive, I only managed four point 1.8 and a half o’levels and was expelled because everyone was jealous of me.
TBC
Or done the 'supermarket walk of shame' where you have to return items you can't afford.But apparently she’s never added up her shopping as she’s gone round which must be peak ‘god I’m bloody skint’ territory.
Completely agree. Of all JM's tales, this is the one I really hope is a lie. Imagine posting that depressing anecdote with its weirdly proud, irreverent tone and then wondering why someone's called social services.She used that "anecdote" to garner sympathy for her alcoholism. I don't believe it myself, I think she co-opted an experience as she does with most things. If it did happen, she shouldn't have shared it at all. It's not a flex to put your child through trauma.
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