Thank you for the update...most enlighteningQuick recap. We told her to take the day off. She said “shan’t”, went on about some tit for a bit (ouchy eye, single parent yada yada yada) then did the conference. The folk who’d paid 275 quid to see Mack Jonroe speak photographed the screen and...I hope you’re sitting down as this is shocking...there was no black eye. I know...you’re shocked. It really was surprising. She did have fourteen layers of foundation on though (to be fair).
Somehow in the midst of this lots of dear hearts (including Jay Rayner ) have recommended her as a food writer who grew up in poverty, surviving on food stamps (which don’t exist in the UK but she probably invented them in between ballet classes). She possibly saw some $$$$$$$ signs and decided to delete all of hermaverick nonsensetweets and reintroduce herself for the 700 or so new followers.
Thankfully for her, her previous quarter of a million followers are a combination of stupid, naive, attention seeking, have muted her already or are terrified she’ll block them/they’ll get piled on so they’ve happily gone along with the charade. The eye is still ouchy.
ETA Sorry I fancied pretending to be @Pocahontas for a minute (plus Jack is bleeping confusing and I wanted to check it had all happened within the space of a day).
@Cuileann, I knew one of ‘those’ people at school, too. Not as extreme as that, but it was always one drama after the other. She got a slightly older lad into bother because she claimed he’d given her HIV (it was the 1980s, it was in the news like Covid on bleeping steroids). He hadn’t. Then she had a crumbling spine. Then she had a rare eye condition which meant she was going to go blind. Then she got offered a place at Oxford, which she had to turn down to nurse her dying mother (who was fine). Turns out that most of her ‘ailments’ or ‘stories’ were nicked from soaps or Grange Hill I have no idea where she is now, probably high up in politics with that pack of lies
New thread title (it’s a bit tit because I’ve never done one before, forgive me, Cabal!). I’m going simple:
Eye, Jack Monroe.