Jack Monroe #601 Replican't
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Jack as dogs, you say?
oh, I can't be doing with that. I take a map, a first aid kit and snacks even if I'm only doing a chunk of the Thames Path, where navigation is basically "keep the big wet thing on one side of you and it'll be fine."
It was back when the author needed a rhyme for survival. Now shush please, I want to hear what happened to this middle class girl on the radio. Carry on, guest.
It's a question of poppyseed for me
I found a carabiner on Christmas Day! It had come with the replacement speaker I got a few weeks ago but it had made its way out of the box onto the bed! I think there are ghost ninnies trying to join in the jokes 
Well - we can see who wore it better.
That's an actual good tip about using a karabiner/carabina/carabina to hold hair bobbles - are you considering a Kickstarter?
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I also found a Karabiner at Christmas - it came free with some Nanobags that I bought as gifts. They're big shopping bags that fold up teeny tiny and can hold 25 kg (or half The Queen). Bags are great and so universal!
It wasn't Bear Grylls, was it?
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I'd trust that dog with my finances. They look dependable.
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Wow, new record for our smol one. Not a single post about making her family drool( vomit) over her roast beast. No clapping and cheering over a flaccid figgy pudding, no showing off, of expensive weird gifts for oneself, nor ruining of sbs meagre gifts due to opening using before being gifted... could it be... a christmas mircle or as her phone accidently on purpose been inserted into where the sun doesn't shine on a turkey and cooked for 3 days.
If Jack hasn't posted about Christmas, has it even been Christmas?
Absolutely not. We're still waiting for it to get started.
Thank you Vali, the picture of the Goth/Grunge Rodeo made me proper LOL (even more than seeing googlie eyes on a rock, I had to lean on a whole forest of trees).
I've read that and didn't take to him either, so you're not the only one. He comes across as pretty self-centred in lots of it.Canal, I'm reading a bookabout walking and the writer has had lots of people recognise him along his route, clap, and thank him for all the good he does. He was also remarkably unprepared for his journey and relies on the goodwill of strangers a lot I'm quite disappointed as I normally enjoy a back to nature book and I also bought the sequel when kindle had it on offer.
I've not written it off yet, as I'm only about a quarter of the way through and it has had good reviews but I'm really struggling to like the writer and can't decide if it's the guest traits that are causing this.
The book is Finding Hildasay by Christian Lewis
Even in a mild winter, there are casualties like this lost migratory young one.
I can’t handle the Jack as dog content, they’re too pure and already receive a bad press in the wider culture, they don’t need anymore bad PR 
I wonder what happened to Nisa's entire stock of finest dried figs. Let us spare a thought for them and their sacrifices.
I feel bad for the Nisa staff, too. "Ooh no breakfast for me, ta, Harold, love. It's me first shift back after Christmas and that Jack from down t'road promised us she'd be bringing in figgy pudding for all, so I want to make sure I have room. I love a figgy pudding, me"
Smash cut to 12 hours later, in the back of the shop, huddled with their colleagues, starving hungry, teeth chattering, going "any minute now, love. She'll be by with that pudding any minute now. Perhaps there was a school run. Ooh, but it's getting dark. She'll just be finishing up the photographs any second now."
I feel bad for the Nisa staff, too. "Ooh no breakfast for me, ta, Harold, love. It's me first shift back after Christmas and that Jack from down t'road promised us she'd be bringing in figgy pudding for all, so I want to make sure I have room. I love a figgy pudding, me"
Smash cut to 12 hours later, in the back of the shop, huddled with their colleagues, starving hungry, teeth chattering, going "any minute now, love. She'll be by with that pudding any minute now. Perhaps there was a school run. Ooh, but it's getting dark. She'll just be finishing up the photographs any second now."
2001 was the year my dad rodeo'd to the crem to the strains of The Damned "Trojans".
I think he would have appreciated the joke.
I think he would have appreciated the joke.
Found this on the table at the Georgian manor house. Shame about the sign saying "display only" because it looked delicious.
(A bit confused that the plastic food appears to have mould on it
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