Absolute scenes at Southend sorting office today. A spokesperson said, "we've never seen so many shithouse onion postcards all at once"!
Sorry if it's already been said but if arrangements have been made for a new place to the point where the household has been in training for some weird musical beds game for weeks if not months, surely notice has been given and therefore information about the new rent wouldn’t need to be conveyed?
nd wouldn't it be more natural to say 'your landlord' not 'the landlord' ?I’m not in the renting/leasing game, but SURELY your renewal details don’t come through a bleeping text message.
What about working to dismantle structural inequalities that led to this situation in the first place?Wait, she’s offering to help someone? Maybe show her *kind* side so she goes viral and Grifty Kitchen gets some headlines? Chapeau Jack.
(Won’t happen obvs!)
And this is what I am here for! Forensic.So if she is indeed on a 2-year contract, she renewed in Feb '21. That was a month after she cried at Rishi mate because she didn't qualify for self-employment assistance during covid, and a couple of weeks before she disappeared off to the aparthotel for rehab. Louisa had LEFT in about May '20, and returned briefly in the guise of Bubble Buddy over the autumn/winter, but the engagement was not back on.
Given that she could (allegedly) barely afford the bleeping place and had (allegedly) had a huge relapse into alcoholism, what an odd moment to renew for two whole years.
Have you looked at the retweets of the guy she's offering to help? Not sure it's going to go well for her if it goes viral...Wait, she’s offering to help someone? Maybe show her *kind* side so she goes viral and Grifty Kitchen gets some headlines? Chapeau Jack.
(Won’t happen obvs!)
Pure speculation m'lud but I suspect the renewal was to guilt trip a certain party into staying to help with the costs.So if she is indeed on a 2-year contract, she renewed in Feb '21. That was a month after she cried at Rishi mate because she didn't qualify for self-employment assistance during covid, and a couple of weeks before she disappeared off to the aparthotel for rehab. Louisa had LEFT in about May '20, and returned briefly in the guise of Bubble Buddy over the autumn/winter, but the engagement was not back on.
Given that she could (allegedly) barely afford the bleeping place and had (allegedly) had a huge relapse into alcoholism, what an odd moment to renew for two whole years.
THIS ^ is why I love the canal! And @colouredlines post. FORENSIC! Haha praying he asks her for a few bob nowHave you looked at the retweets of the guy she's offering to help? Not sure it's going to go well for her if it goes viral...
LJC, she's so tedious.This guys photo is what’s in the dictionary when you look up neckbeard
She really thinks the Daily Mail has her on their ‘notify me if someone tweets list’ that they can make an article out of. She’d bloody love it if they picked up one of hers but even the DM aren’t arsed. (Unfortunately, as evidenced by their wish.com attempt at a hit piece!)
Casual reference to first time buyers there…If I’m not allowed to SS her, please tell me to duck off x
I just know that some Frau have no access/ inclination with Twitter to see the tit show
Imagine if you'd forgotten you set up the Patreon and it had been quietly running on for two years. Then out the blue you get a weighty parcel of shithouse onions.I expect the top tier Patrons are rubbing their hands with glee at the prospect of receiving a heavy bundle of 250-ish thick postcards. Royal Mail strike allowing, of course.
Sure, bet they loved dealing with all that during a postal strike, and you know, if things fail to show up there’s a perfect reason for it…
Also didn't some clever Frau work out that the actual amount she would need to post to sort out her backlog was ginormous and certainly signifsnt more than 250 or so crappy postcards. Doesn't touch the sides.Imagine if you'd forgotten you set up the Patreon and it had been quietly running on for two years. Then out the blue you get a weighty parcel of shithouse onions.