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I justThat, what I can only assume is bread and butter pudding, looks like she's spatchcocked a baby sloth.
Really? Thanks I didn't know that.I think her mother has more influence on the family than Jack lets on. The religion thing, for a start... Grandad H had a Baptist funeral service, as an example - so will have been baptised as an adult at E's church.
She’s not interested in anyone else. Jack Monroe’s specialist subject is Jack Monroe.A frau mentioned fostering - I'm surprised she's not inserted herself into those discussions - kids leaving care (foster/state) can be left starting out with nothing - so a guide for starting a kitchen from scratch could've been useful. She could've taken after Dave and advocated for them to receive additional support/benefits (oh wait afaik Dave on advocated for the foster carers to get extra cash).
You'd think that would be up in her niche (oh err) as she'd have loads of misery stories to appropriate!
She also claims to have been hospitalised following an attempt on her life but weirdly the hospital didn't enquire into her living circumstances and raised no concern about a child being at home with a parent in such deep mental distress. But apparently kids are getting snatched into care right, left and centre because their mother ran out of Weetabix. All of her lies are fucking nonsense and if she didn't link them to such distressing subjects she'd have been called out years ago.This is the thing - how would SS even know anything unless it's reported? Frankly if you're necking two packets of sleeping tablets (well done on getting more than 5 of those by the way) and paracetamol and vodka of an evening perhaps they should have been involved!!
A household of ill repute.What kind of household has stray pots of cream lying around?
My nipples just froze and fell to the floor like pebbles even thinking about that. I went camping on SkyeI for one am waiting with bated breath for Jack and SB's winter Scottish camping adventure. I wonder when it'll start.
She could go to a care home. Only joking !!!!’I liked your post even though can you imagine working a ward alongside her as an HCA?! Never mind being a patient on the ward.
Southend Hospital is pretty dire, and there’s absolutely no need to add a Jack Monroe to its very long list of problems.
I'd give necky bollocks a swift boot in the dick.View attachment 1906517
Yikes. There's even a neckbeard squig offering to reimburse people scammed by Jack, at the same time as getting ratty with them for being upset at being scammed. It really is a cult! Everyone but Jack is to blame for Jack's actions. These men are the type that go to lap dancing clubs and think the dancers fancy them.
People who lived through a war could never have had it as bad as her. She would have killed for a ration book.She could go to a care home. Only joking !!!!’
I was going to circle back to that - all the pills AND a bottle of vodka and she was posting on FB the day after? No A&E (minimum, paracetamol can kill you), nothing? I call BS again.So if you take the other bits out for the moment and just look at that amount of paracetamol, 16g worth is around the toxic dose for a person weighing 12.5 st. I have no idea of Jack's weight but I presume she is far lighter than that.
It takes surprisingly little paracetamol to seriously affect someone's liver, and how serious it is won't usually become apparent until a day or so later. It's important to seek medical help if someone has taken too much, even though they may seem well, as the effects creep up gradually.
It would be a fun exercise to get a transcript of that speech, and go through it highlighting all the lies we spot.Listening to the greenbelt thing...I'm so angry with her. Using "scared of social services" as an excuse not to meet her son's basic needs by asking her parents for help...grrrrrr.
And the lie about the family restaurant she worked in, not being her family's, you can almost hear her realise she made a mistake in mentioning it.
It makes it so obvious that she lives alone.What kind of household has stray pots of cream lying around?
I have up about halfway through when someone sidled up to her in a swimming pool and told her her book saved his life. ("Your book saved my life at uni"...I wonder if she thought he meant she literally saved her life...?!)It would be a fun exercise to get a transcript of that speech, and go through it highlighting all the lies we spot.
Once you see it, you can't unsee it and it's literally EVERYWHERE.Oh God, I'm listening to her Greenbelt thing, she's so utterly appalling. She's talked about nothing but herself so far. Why is she hamming up her 'accent'? The quavering shitting dog - I get she's nervous but I think this is mostly because she's so un-prepared. Holy f**k Grenfell! 'Me me me' again.
Fostering section. She is SUCH a trauma and grief tourist. Again, it's all 'I'.
HOW DO PEOPLE FALL FOR THIS?! It's just confected, triggering misery making her out to be the saddest wretch to have ever existed. This is literally the only story she has ever been capable of telling and she descends into a deeper circle of hell (i.e. LIES) with each re-telling of it. She has no desire whatsoever to try to make things better for others; all she wants is for The Poverty (died aged 18 months, RIP, if it ever existed) story to be her meal ticket for the rest of her life. I'm 20 minutes in now and this has been NOTHING but a woe-is-me stream of consciousness of crap!
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