RECAP
Jack is still locked up tight
in witness protection on Twitter and all is somewhat quiet on the Southend Front.
But! A Greenbelt statement was released defending their platforming of Jack at the upcoming festival, which on the face of it seemed about as full of substance as a Grifty Kitchen luncheon, but which forensic frauen dissected and it actually seems to have an air of the Shattenstone article: complimentary on the face of it, but slyly, possibly, softly, gently not-so-complimentary.
Said statement also has some of us wondering if the next Jack Era will be Televangelist Jack or if Greenbelt-goers will be
deafened serenaded by the dulcet tones of the smol pixie singing church tunes. Mayhaps.
Also, due to a change in the requirement for an invite code to join Tattle, the Canal welcomed a
Dordrecht boat-load of new frauen (myself included!), and we shared origin stories of how we discovered Guest and Her Ways, reminisced on favourite Jack moments, and generally got settled in.
Oh, and there was also a milky sultana curry. For Charity, of course, found amongst the many boxes and boxes of
decluttered bungamansion shite Jackanory Lore of Yore.
Now, as they say in Jack Monroe Tattle,
duck off! x