The honking actually makes me queasy at times. It's like evil asmr.
Jack Monroe #535 Sic Transit Gloria
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We could have a nice day out and *not* go?
"Honking like Evil ASMR" for thread title
.That's finished me off that. It is bleeping unbearable though. Do elocution lessons still exist? And can you get them for the resale price of a Cotswold Co sideboard?
Buy a light up mirror and talk into it before you hang on to the roof of the sleeper train on Sunday night please ntbabes.Like the start of an obscure British horror film.
Actually, I'm so starved of attention half of that sounded appealing. Someone harpoon me in the temple
Loneliness is a continuum and right at the end, way beyond sadness, despair and hopelessness, is catching the eye of guest in an almost empty Scottish room.
When I was at that venue the other day it was £5.50
for 330ml can of Leith Lager. No bar area to sit or anything. Even the bar fella looked mortified and offered me some free water. It’s such a tit venue. So far from the main fringe.
This thread is a bleeping joy.
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I'm so desentiised by city prices that seems reasonable. I can't remember the last time I bought a large glass of wine for under £7 or any sort of beer for less than £6. A far cry from my £1 vodka redbull uni days eh.
It was a teeny wee coke sized can though. Like practically a half. £7 for a large wine would be good at fringe.
This thread is a bleeping joy.
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I'm so desentiised by city prices that seems reasonable. I can't remember the last time I bought a large glass of wine for under £7 or any sort of beer for less than £6. A far cry from my £1 vodka redbull uni days eh.
This is what I'm referring to, btw. I hadn't seen this before.
Jackie, here's a few of my fave non chain Edinburgh restaurants. You can write about them as if you've been. It's fine.
How about YOU?
The Aroma outdoor cafe at the Mosque, Ting Thai Caravan, the Malaysian restaurant in quarter mile, (Ian rankin goes there), pizza posto (insanely cheap), and Biblos for fish n chips
How about YOU?
I believe she stuck him in a somewhat runny and surprisingly flavourless stir-fry.*
*Might not be an accurate representation of facts.
All I remember from my time on the Fringe is the Royal Dick Bar. IYKYK
just wanted to acknowledge this and say everything is okay and I am also sorry for causing upset!Apologies, it was me who suggested she's on a grift for PIP type benefits - my reasoning was simply based on not only does she relentlessly layer herself with head to toe ailments, she also frequently points out the number of people who have to care for her. It comes off as so unreal and disingenuous, I just assumed it's all part of a grift because everything else she says and does is.
It's ludicrously difficult to meet the bar and I didn't mean to trigger anyone or demean anyone's genuine struggle, the struggle is real and people absolutely deserve to claim for what they need. I've heard tell there's far more people not claiming their due and unclaimed funds than there are cheats. I truly didn't mean to hurt anyone here
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I honestly don't think that and apologise for that's how it came off
on topic, headlines in tomorrow’s Edinburgh papers as news spreads of suspicious last minute ticket sales of niche food blogger fringe show (I tried to photoshop the jackadder selfie over trump but the photoshop app demanded I PAY for the upgraded version so that I could do this so you’ll all just have to imagine it instead):
I’m having an OUTING
These were both me in the original comments on Wikipedia. I had previously been arguing against her reported reasons for leaving Twitter because of “death threats”, reported in the Pink News (only source: Jack’s own Tweets, no evidential screen shots.) Wikipedia states that Tweets aren’t reputable sources, but because her unhinged Tweets of death threats had been reported without evidence by “reputable news outlet” Pink News, that was considered good enough. I then said it correctly that she’d left Twitter because of criticism of Mam’s dire taters. Hence unbelievable dialogue with twatty Wikipedia admin. There was more. I kept arguing it was potatoes. Wiki said death threats. duck’s sake.
It was also me in the “Para” military argument because
1. My dad is ex-Royal Artillery and 2. Was also jump trained and ended up being attached to a commando unit in some very hairy overseas operations, but like Gunner H, would always say he’s ex-RA and not a para, although guest was STILL trying to say he was a paratrooper AFTER he’d tried to wade in and set the record straight!
So, all in all, I’ve always been trying to fight the good fight on Wikipedia’s editing page, and elsewhere, prior to being here, on behalf of the the poor huddled masses, but mostly for the terminal lack of critical thinking but over-blessed in the salary department useless middle class arseholes who give her money every month.
Actually, it’s all the useless middle class arseholes. I’m genuinely working class, and not me, nor any of my folk, would ever, ever be stupid enough to be sucked in and give this obviously fake poor twit any of our very hard earned money.
<grunking disclaimer>
this is one of my favourite photoshop fails. What was she trying to achieve?
this is one of my favourite photoshop fails. What was she trying to achieve?
I am reliably informed that nit shampoo can be bought at other outlets for similar prices.
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That’s me, again!
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It’s by a little village called Dis Lecksia
I really feel you with your therapy experience, and I’m so glad your good now.
Can you, or anyone here, imagine the mental luxury of Jack’s famous claim of having three therapists on speed dial?!
How the duck is her eyeball wider than her cheekbone?
Only 246 tickets left for the dazzling spectacle that is the one and only Jack Monroe honking yet again about bread, jam, weetabix and water, home-made coal tar bubble bath in squash bottles and missing fingers in just one hour in Edinburgh.
Come and sit with 154 other listless people, of whom 77 are there because some idiot got them a free ticket on a BOGOF without even bothering to check whether they wanted to come or not, and pretend to look interested while some bird who you’ve vaguely heard of talks shite about carabiners, glueing ring pulls to the inside of your Mulberry bags and putting stuffing mix on lasagne to save money.
May I remind you, the pubs are open.
Come and sit with 154 other listless people, of whom 77 are there because some idiot got them a free ticket on a BOGOF without even bothering to check whether they wanted to come or not, and pretend to look interested while some bird who you’ve vaguely heard of talks shite about carabiners, glueing ring pulls to the inside of your Mulberry bags and putting stuffing mix on lasagne to save money.
May I remind you, the pubs are open.
it’s a big room, it’s going to feel empty
I'm trying to imagine a group of us ninnies sitting there growling under our breath and giving her the Begbie stare.
What a lovely thought (just kidding guset
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What a lovely thought (just kidding guset
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