When I first started on these threads I didn't get how some posters could be so invested in unmasking her bollocks scooby doo style and now I'm about to check census records for an elderly woman called Olive living in her street circa 1990-1995. Life comes at you fast.So now we’ve got randy old RAF Olive regaling Jack with her tales of knee tremblers in shop doorways with good corn fed Kansas GIs, old Gladys the Society Magazine fan who instilled in young Jack a love for the Queen Mother, Tara P-T and along with then-nine year old Jack was ABSOLUTELY INCONSOLABLE at the death of Diana, and Dusty Old Saucy Aunt Helen with her pile of More magazine position of the fortnights down the back of the cistern. View attachment 2930225
It’s like the world’s shittest Camberwick Green/Trumpton reboot from the feverish mind of an attention seeking moron whose wildest fantasies all entail imaginary childhood hangings-out with saucy and wacky pensioners.
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Oh look! It’s that old millionaire slumlord with his cheroots, boiler suit and one pair of shoes in this week’s episode!
Get to fuck you (imaginary) old lady porch-bothering fantasist View attachment 2930239View attachment 2930240
As if her son doesn’t have a smart phone/ laptop and couldn’t just google images of the northern lights himself.I have a porch. It has umbrellas, dog leads and coats and boots in it. It’s south facing but no one has ever sat in there chatting about anything.
She’s now trying to make out that her son not only went to the cinema with her yesterday but also stayed the night and is going to be thrilled to see all the photos other people have taken of the aurora from Friday nightView attachment 2930414
Giving me very much these vibes.
Thanks to @Valiofthedolls for the screenie
Urgh, that post reads as 'oh poor little us we can't afford to travel to see the actual northern lights because we don't have a penny between us. send cashos' to me.I have a porch. It has umbrellas, dog leads and coats and boots in it. It’s south facing but no one has ever sat in there chatting about anything.
She’s now trying to make out that her son not only went to the cinema with her yesterday but also stayed the night and is going to be thrilled to see all the photos other people have taken of the aurora from Friday nightView attachment 2930414
Giving me very much these vibes.
Thanks to @Valiofthedolls for the screenie
Exactly. My 13 and 15 year olds would make some kind of grunting noise at me if I asked them to sit through a load of other people's photos. (Or indeed my own)When I was 14, the very last thing I wanted to do with my parents was look through a bunch of photos.
My entire being was focused on hanging out in the park with my pals
Or just fucking walk outside! For a vape.As if her son doesn’t have a smart phone/ laptop and couldn’t just google images of the northern lights himself.
I like to imagine there's a literal salmon around every corner that she needs to step over. The fishos have finally achieved their revenge.But she's so problematic that there is always going to be a low welfare salmon to trip her up.
Oh what a touching picture.So now we’ve got randy old RAF Olive regaling Jack with her tales of knee tremblers in shop doorways with good corn fed Kansas GIs, old Gladys the Society Magazine fan who instilled in young Jack a love for the Queen Mother, Tara P-T and along with then-nine year old Jack was ABSOLUTELY INCONSOLABLE at the death of Diana, and Dusty Old Saucy Aunt Helen with her pile of More magazine position of the fortnights down the back of the cistern. View attachment 2930225
It’s like the world’s shittest Camberwick Green/Trumpton reboot from the feverish mind of an attention seeking moron whose wildest fantasies all entail imaginary childhood hangings-out with saucy and wacky pensioners.
View attachment 2930235
Oh look! It’s that old millionaire slumlord with his cheroots, boiler suit and one pair of shoes in this week’s episode!
Get to fuck you (imaginary) old lady porch-bothering fantasist View attachment 2930239View attachment 2930240
Worst possible viewing area, tenderMc. Between the giant eucalyptus and the looming silhouette of the upper storeys of the bungalow there’s nary an inch of night sky visible out there.Yeah. And she could have gone outside the bunglemansion and sat in the massive garden to watch it all. Maybe she has moved.
Only if someone has a explained the lyrics,Will Jack wake up non-binary (again) today. And possibly Swiss?
Maybe from the tennis courts!Worst possible viewing area, tenderMc. Between the giant eucalyptus and the looming silhouette of the upper storeys of the bungalow there’s nary an inch of night sky visible out there.
I also don't understand going to the cinema on one of the hottest days of the year when you live by the seaside.My teenager hasn’t wanted to go to the cinema with me since he was about 13 I think. He goes with his friends.
I suppose from SB’s point of view if he goes to the cinema he doesn’t have to talk to her or eat any slop.I also don't understand going to the cinema on one of the hottest days of the year when you live by the seaside.
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