After finally reaching the end of my tether with the unobtrusive griminess that you can close a cupboard door on (how do the drawers you keep your plates and nothing else in get crumbs in them? HOW?), I am currently giving my kitchen a 'deep clean' (no, I don't do it twice a day). Was j ust taking a breather and my eyes fell upon my spice rack. A little part of my brain piped up about alphabetising it, and then the more sensible part of my brain responded "no that's a waste of five minutes and brain energy that will immediately fall to pieces once you take something off, and how much brain energy does sweeping your eyes over the spice rack take when you're after the cumin" and I got on with cleaning the cupboard. So happy to report I'm not Jack.
Jack Monroe #551 Careless Wispa
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I'd like to apologise to the canal for my immaturity, but seeing this post followed by the annus horribilis one made me snicker.
The chocolate drop doesn’t drop far from the Big Chocolate
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Rocker Jack! Standing in line in a same old “coffee store”Google, do they call coffee shops “coffee stores” in
?Stand in line in a same old coffee shop.
Then home to cook some slop.
Will.
My grifting ever stop?
Then home to cook some slop.
Will.
My grifting ever stop?
Where can I read the full poem? That extract is amazing. Waiting for her to mention the 'truck stops' that she visits after the 'coffee stores'.
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Google, do they call coffee shops “coffee stores” in
Stand in line in a same old coffee shop.
Then home to cook some slop.
Will.
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I absolutely believe she copied photography from him.
I don’t think I’ve seen her old Flickr account before, which dates back to 2011.
It includes that photo of aunty Pat when she found that dead seagull on the beach in Clacton and tried to give it CPR.
Genuine question - is there anything she hasn't copied from someone?
And this harrowing image.I don’t think I’ve seen her old Flickr account before, which dates back to 2011.
It includes that photo of aunty Pat when she found that dead seagull on the beach in Clacton and tried to give it CPR.
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I am sure Jack credited it as someone else's work. Jack said she always credits other people's work,
Sadly, much like £5 book token Jack, it doesn’t live up to its early promise.
It does though have Firephone Jack mishandling batteries and suitcases and the first ever mention of Evita/allusion to another suitcase in another hall, so it’s not a total loss
I like that she dramatically throws the suitcases into the hall, but then neatly piles them up against the walls. (Especially as Elaine Paige is singing Andrew Lloyd Webber musical numbers in her head while she’s doing it)
But store rhymes with bleep, but I can't think of anything that rhymes with shop. Can you kind cabal?
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Google, do they call coffee shops “coffee stores” in
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Then home to cook some slop.
Will.
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Evita wasn't on my bingo card, so that was a nice surprise. I wonder who the 'someone else' is that's singing in her head? Perhaps it was Borbora.
Jack does a lot of tearing and ripping doesn't she? Tearing batteries from her clocks. At least she's not clawing gas radiators from the wall, I suppose.
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ETA: Nobody mention slop.
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Store also rhymes with bore, and frankly that's the first word that comes to mind when I read Jack's poetry.
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I have alphabetised our spice rack. Can confirm they mostly start with C.
It's giving 'edgy Btech photography coursework'. Who poses with a dead creature like this? Gotta look cute and mysterious while I use this deceased bird as a bleeping propI don’t think I’ve seen her old Flickr account before, which dates back to 2011.
It includes that photo of aunty Pat when she found that dead seagull on the beach in Clacton and tried to give it CPR.
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This picture makes me cringe so much I actually feel like I move around internal organs. I honestly don’t think she has the part of the brain that has embarrassment does she?
Nigella has LEFT the group
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Matt OTF has LEFT the group
Allegra has LEFT Jack & the group
Heston has LEFT the group
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*Greg(g) Wallace has joined the group*
I bet she writes poetry for her failed Tinder dates, the absolute weapon.
I definitely didn't also have another Single White Female friend who did this. I need to change my identity (and up my standards), some of the cretins I've taken pity on. Thank duck I've never been to Southend eh?
I definitely didn't also have another Single White Female friend who did this. I need to change my identity (and up my standards), some of the cretins I've taken pity on. Thank duck I've never been to Southend eh?
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You know, I decided against posting a police photo of Ed Gein's house last time we were talking about her murder kitchen, but these shots of her trying to will life back into roadkill are right up there.
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