Not sure you will feel it is precious after forcing yourself to watch it, dearest @StewPots!Yeah I bet they have
Thank you clever Fraus und Herrs for saving this precious footage from the abyss!
Not sure you will feel it is precious after forcing yourself to watch it, dearest @StewPots!Yeah I bet they have
Thank you clever Fraus und Herrs for saving this precious footage from the abyss!
Imagine being so bleeping dire the BBC won't even retain any evidence of you for archival purposes.They're in the Wiki. Cactus and BBC have erased them from history but a clever frau got them their entirety before they were zapped.
Yeah, I mean - I’m going to stock up on bleach for my eyes and ears afterwards. After just reading about them on here, I’ve cringed so hard that watching them will be unbearable but I must get through them. It’s a Slop Initiation I feel.Not sure you will feel it is precious after forcing yourself to watch it, dearest @StewPots!
Threeeeeead titleImagine being so bleeping dire the BBC won't even retain any evidence of you for archival purposes.
I was already giggling, then just nearly choked laughing at the homemade nutribulletCrimbleytime Trifle
Save some old crusts of bread, soak in some tinned mandarin juice you stored in an old shoe. Go foraging for some of those festive white berries on your neighbours bush, don’t give a thought to if they are poisonous or not (no one will eat it anyway).
Press bread firmly down in an old pedal bin. Pour on any remaining juice.
Air fry the bin
Gently place your berries on top.
Make a custard from anchovy tin oil and soy milk - in the nutribullet. If you’re too pov to own one, glue a vibrator to a jam jar instead. Add yourslopcustard to the pedal bin.
Whip up some aquafaba to make “cream”, and spread on the trifle.
Lastly, spray some stuffing mix crumbs with rose gold spray paint and fling casually on top.
Go round to the pub nearby and fish a cherry out of an abandoned glass, lick any residue off. Place atop the painted crumbs and voila!
Merrygastroenteritis
Have we had persona slop grata as you know what yet?Now that Jack is persona slop grata, and with Christmas nearly upon us, I’ve found her some seasonal work on Instagram which, if she’s good, could lead to full time employment…
Not 100% sure how this 2013 tiny vulnerable smol exploited pixie of “23” years old in mid-2013 (born March 1988)Apologies for dropping in like this but where does the 'smol pixie taken advantage of by nefarious mainstream media' fit in with the timeline of her being one of Southend's most intrepid reporters and member of several journalist unions?
You said John Cooper Clarke and I thought of Jilted John and that kinda works tooI read this in the voice of John Cooper Clarke and all I can say is![]()
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I keep forgetting to ask, has anyone’s two year old ever asked them where their breakfast was if they weren’t also eating? Small children are so self absorbed it doesn’t occur to them to ask where mummy or daddy’s breakfast is. Her sob story about her son asking her why mummy doesn’t have any breakfast is complete fantasyNot 100% sure how this 2013 tiny vulnerable smol exploited pixie of “23” years old in mid-2013 (born March 1988)
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Fits in with this feisty fantasist who SHOUTED at the Labour Party leader at the same time FULL ON TEMPER LOST
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AND had already CONFRONTED him the year before
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By “confront” Ed Miliband, see (as she tells it a mere day later) “got his right hand man’s business card”
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AND I’M SO IMPORTANT I KNOW LOCAL COUNCILLORS!!!
bleeping lying (manipulative) fantasist.
Jack Monroe #544 Expensive beige sideboards to match her expensively beige personality
I always like to look at other people bookshelves when I go round to theirs and I’m much more impressed by ones that are well-read. Why yes, I *am* fun at parties, thank you for asking. You and I will have to nod at each other in dignified silence if we ever meet at a mutual aquaintance's...tattle.life
nearly as bad as the thought she would end up onI had a terrible thought this morning on the train to work (actual work, not imaginary).
I keep forgetting to ask, has anyone’s two year old ever asked them where their breakfast was if they weren’t also eating? Small children are so self absorbed it doesn’t occur to them to ask where mummy or daddy’s breakfast is. Her sob story about her son asking her why mummy doesn’t have any breakfast is complete fantasy
I reckon they’ve hidden the tapes away in that warehouse thing at the end of Indiana Jones. Someday, it may be found alongside the lost Doctor Who episodes and footage of that naked game show presented by Keith Chegwin.Imagine being so bleeping dire the BBC won't even retain any evidence of you for archival purposes.
Yeah, yeah, it's not fairp.
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