Not that I have ever been inside it, but I thought the one on King's Road was the original. I honestly didn't know there was more than one until today. Every day is a learning dayIt’s a chain these days, but years ago it was “The Ivy” I feel like it’s near Leicester Square/Covent Garden
Yeh. I'll set up a fund to donate to sue you. When I raise money but don't sue you because you've done nothing wrong, I'll say I'm donating it to a hunger charity. Then spend the fivers that Lucy Aeroplane and Damp Pants and others send me, in Greggs.View attachment 2253953Sorry if this point has been made but legally, surely she’s screwed? First because of all the talk of the case for over a bloody year and second because it never happened-regardless of pro bono? It’s fraud-what’s to stop anyone else doing this: threaten to sue someone highly unpopular among your demographic, say you’ll ‘donate’ the money if not needed then delete and trouser all the dosh after that point?
Soz if this has been said already but aren’t the chips likely to have been cooked in oil that fish/battered sausages have been cooked in too. So not very vegan. (I have this issue with my gluten intolerance)Chipsquig is confusing me. Why does being vegan mean bubble and squeak is out? Has anyone, of any dietary persuasion, ever tried to make b&s with frozen precooked chips and what happened to them?
My lovely treat is getting my hair cut from a proper hairdresser rather than a barber.
One in Leeds too. Was seen as a bit of a draw when I lived in the sticksNow I’ve never been (so please correct me if I’m wrong), but the only Ivy I’ve ever seen IRL is the one in Harrogate which just looks like an overpriced, bog standard, chain restaurant.
Why would you attempt to sing common people in front of peoplenotenjoying their steak tartare or oysters?
Baffling.
Yup, you can go back to the threads from that time and search. I would But I’m incapable of cognition today. Send synapseo’s and braino’sIs there a way to check on here. The day she said was suing and asked for money - the day someone definitely would have posted it’s deletion?
That was the one I transcribed. It was a very painful nauseating process. Much ginger tea involved.Oh dear, that hasn’t aged well, has it
I think it probably makes otherwise useless or codependent men feel like men aswell.I swear it’s how they’re raised. Her mum told me she believes a wife shouldn’t be out to work.
As a very independent woman who is an effective orphan and previously homeless, who now has a very fulfilling career and nice salary, but haven’t bought a house yet because bills to pay it absolutely boils my piss.
A borber.My lovely treat is getting my hair cut from a proper hairdresser rather than a barber.
So has she confessed to grifting on the boulevaaaaaaarddNot so much every accusation is a confession as every performance is a confession.
What happened to the Turkish barber who was SO GOOD SHE MIGHT HAVE TO MARRY HIM and he only charged her tuppence far'din and plunged his hands elbow deep into her thick Greek hair (or summat)?Does anyone know if this is the T&G cut and colour of the month? Or has she gone to Hair By Vincenzo?
I also dragged self from bollocks childhood. Send sign ups to group Patreonos.I think it probably makes otherwise useless or codependent men feel like men aswell.
I managed to drag myself out a bollocks childhood to eventually have a good job and find myself in the same situation as you because I've always done everything myself. Maybe we should team up and set up a Patreon
Me three.I think it probably makes otherwise useless or codependent men feel like men aswell.
I managed to drag myself out a bollocks childhood to eventually have a good job and find myself in the same situation as you because I've always done everything myself. Maybe we should team up and set up a Patreon
According to guest, she’s NOT had what we can all see is clearly a fresh ‘n snappy, expensive haircut, oh no, hasnt had one for aaaaages. The Turkish barber just gives her an undercut. Sure Jan, (insert eyeroll emoji)What happened to the Turkish barber who was SO GOOD SHE MIGHT HAVE TO MARRY HIM and he only charged her tuppence far'din and plunged his hands elbow deep into her thick Greek hair (or summat)?
Did he close business and move quietly to another town (or country) where she couldn't follow him and stand with her face pressed up against the window while his wife shouted "Farouk* - get rid of that crazy beeatch or by G-d I WILL!" from the back? Did he never go back to the shop again? Did he scuttle into the toilet whenever she appeared and only come out when he could no longer hear the honking?
*other Turkish names are equally plausible
We have one in Exeter. Feel well poshNot that I have ever been inside it, but I thought the one on King's Road was the original. I honestly didn't know there was more than one until today. Every day is a learning day
Me three.
ETA I don’t know Jarvis cocker but he strikes me as a very smart man. He’d see through guest in a fucking heartbeat
Now to figure out how to relieve ourselves of a conscience and start grifting!I also dragged self from bollocks childhood. Send sign ups to group Patreonos.
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