TheDragonWithAFlagon
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Morning,
I struggled yesterday, as everything is catching up on me now - aftereffects of the plague, PsA flare, lack of sleep, not seeing another living, breathing soul for months, only having what's stocked in the nearest Coop for food, etc, etc.
Anyhow, I've just seen the cuntery about roast beef.
I have, and this is absolutely truthful, NEVER had a joint of roast beef. I've had some slices from a packet, I've had a tiny rolled thing the size of my hand between me & Mr D for our first Christmas together. But I have never had roast beef with a bone you can make into stock. Or a T Bone steak, or a Porterhouse, or anything other than what you can get for under a fiver in a supermarket to cover 2-4 people. As a kid, we had frozen chicken once a week. It was the cheapest, weighed about 3lb, between six people. And a half leg of lamb (frozen again) once a year, then a frozen Turkey at Christmas. I had never had scampi, my prawn cocktail was pieces of tomato in salad cream and tomato sauce, I'd never had fish other than crab or salmon paste or a boil in the bag Cod & Parsley Sauce with frozen peas if I was ill. I had eaten cockles and winkles.
The sheer spite in that comment as though it's simply inconceivable a person could never have had roast beef because of the price and they must be making it up is astonishing.
JM mentioned she liked the fact I did say the arthritis checks out back in thread #31. It does. I have no interest in making shit up, if something is probably true, I'll say it's possible.
Well, if you're reading here again, your comments ooze privilege in the way that Toby Young's do. Your privilege has oozed out all over your plate, over your table and is currently seeping into your parquet flooring. Best watch it doesn't damage your designer clothing.
Punching down on the very people you brand yourself as being, because you want your fellow blue tickers to know you're one of them, with your utterly middle class accent, sense of fashion, the brands you love, the people you crave recognition from, that you aren't really like those people who said they didn't even have roast beef! Oh, what a HOOT! They're so funny! pisses over the grave of every person who has died as a result of their benefits being stopped, you stick two fingers up and laugh in the face of every single parent who has no family to fall back on and every person living now who looks at the tins of corned beef in the shop and winces at the price before looking for something else more affordable.
You really are that posh mean girl in school, the one who would single out another child for not having the right coat, shoes, food in their lunchbox, the lunchbox itself, having to have free school dinners and draw attention to their inequality, their poverty, just to make the rest of your gang laugh.
Stay home, posh girl. Stay in your middleclass lane of malice and derision and eventual property inheritance and leave us council house scum alone. You can't appropriate our identity anymore than you can any other without your true, privileged and entitled self bleeding through.
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By the way, face shape - cat. Scent - Psoriderm Coal Tar solution.
I struggled yesterday, as everything is catching up on me now - aftereffects of the plague, PsA flare, lack of sleep, not seeing another living, breathing soul for months, only having what's stocked in the nearest Coop for food, etc, etc.
Anyhow, I've just seen the cuntery about roast beef.
I have, and this is absolutely truthful, NEVER had a joint of roast beef. I've had some slices from a packet, I've had a tiny rolled thing the size of my hand between me & Mr D for our first Christmas together. But I have never had roast beef with a bone you can make into stock. Or a T Bone steak, or a Porterhouse, or anything other than what you can get for under a fiver in a supermarket to cover 2-4 people. As a kid, we had frozen chicken once a week. It was the cheapest, weighed about 3lb, between six people. And a half leg of lamb (frozen again) once a year, then a frozen Turkey at Christmas. I had never had scampi, my prawn cocktail was pieces of tomato in salad cream and tomato sauce, I'd never had fish other than crab or salmon paste or a boil in the bag Cod & Parsley Sauce with frozen peas if I was ill. I had eaten cockles and winkles.
The sheer spite in that comment as though it's simply inconceivable a person could never have had roast beef because of the price and they must be making it up is astonishing.
JM mentioned she liked the fact I did say the arthritis checks out back in thread #31. It does. I have no interest in making shit up, if something is probably true, I'll say it's possible.
Well, if you're reading here again, your comments ooze privilege in the way that Toby Young's do. Your privilege has oozed out all over your plate, over your table and is currently seeping into your parquet flooring. Best watch it doesn't damage your designer clothing.
Punching down on the very people you brand yourself as being, because you want your fellow blue tickers to know you're one of them, with your utterly middle class accent, sense of fashion, the brands you love, the people you crave recognition from, that you aren't really like those people who said they didn't even have roast beef! Oh, what a HOOT! They're so funny! pisses over the grave of every person who has died as a result of their benefits being stopped, you stick two fingers up and laugh in the face of every single parent who has no family to fall back on and every person living now who looks at the tins of corned beef in the shop and winces at the price before looking for something else more affordable.
You really are that posh mean girl in school, the one who would single out another child for not having the right coat, shoes, food in their lunchbox, the lunchbox itself, having to have free school dinners and draw attention to their inequality, their poverty, just to make the rest of your gang laugh.
Stay home, posh girl. Stay in your middleclass lane of malice and derision and eventual property inheritance and leave us council house scum alone. You can't appropriate our identity anymore than you can any other without your true, privileged and entitled self bleeding through.
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By the way, face shape - cat. Scent - Psoriderm Coal Tar solution.
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