Imagine what her new American friends will think when we hit the next full moon...
Jack Monroe #69 I can see clearly now the make-up’s gone
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OMG I love Jill Tyrell, always quoting nighty night to an audience of people who don’t understand. Naughty Stuart
[Phone rings, answer machine picks up] Hiya Cath, Hiya Don. It's Jill. I know I'm not allowed to speak to you anymore, but I'm just phoning to say I've shot myself. Bye.
New Jack is so polite and welcoming.
Old Jack: Holy tit Del that looks so much better than anything I’ve ever plated up
Thankyou now get to absolute duck x
She probably gave him a choice of Mrs Doubtfire, or a home-made video of her performing “Potatoes”. So obviously he would go with Mrs Doubtfire.
Don't mean to split hairs but I don't think its on Disney + either.
Not a blue ticker either.
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Who on earth publicly marks the 619th day of anything? If she'd said it had been a year, three months, etc. since she'd had a drink this would make sense, but it's clearly just to shoehorn it in as soon as possible for her new buddies in the USofA.
God, I feel like every sentence she writes has some kind of dastardly purpose, it's like looking at pus under a microscope.
God, I feel like every sentence she writes has some kind of dastardly purpose, it's like looking at pus under a microscope.
Probably because the "home-made" pie is smaller than her child's appetite. My 10 year old always-hungry boy and his friends would have eaten a pie that size as a snack! I always kept some Fray Bentos pies in the cupboard just-in-case.
Imagine what her new American friends will think when we hit the next full moon...
Sorry for all the film posters
It’s a wild Saturday nightI will never forget "bubbly milk"
I reckon that it's many months since them thar taters were peeled.
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Or is that deliberately?
I'm not sure if that was a car backfiring I heard coming from the east of town, maybe fireworks... Or is it the sound of Jacque spontaneously combustjng in the crappy bungalow from the effort of playing the earth mother role all day.
It was Stepford Jacqui’s battery exploding.
Exactly. She could have taken him to Edinburgh, made some real memories. Bet going on the sleeper would have been really exciting for him.
"When investigating the scene of the incident, officers found no trace of Mx Monroe except a pile of ashes on top of one of many sideboards. Two mobile phones, a teething necklace and a scattering of baked beans were also in the vicinity. Police remain baffled by the incident and have no witness testimony other than that of a neighbour who said she heard Mx Monroe cry out "ABSOLUTELY GET FUCKED, Y'ALL" in the moments before the freak explosion.
The Jack that I remember of old appeared to revel in bringing together a curious assembly of furniture and other furnishings to create a haphazardly cosy home, wherever she was. I find it surprising that once she had some money she stopped her jackdaw ways and chose a bland selection from one shop. I've nothing against the Cotswold Company, but I don't think that many people today (who have access to so much money) would spend everything in one place. I really ought to follow this comment with some pop psychology.
This is a very specifically worded tweet. Note how she didn’t say ‘today marks xxx day since I stopped drinking alcohol’, but is qualified first with ‘noticed I had a problem and quit’, So subtly moving the goal posts whereby the mere noticing of the problem is the actual achievement (and possibly using ‘quit’ in the past tense).
She’s not stupid. She can receive acclaim now, as ever stretching the truth by omission, whilst leaving the door open for a big reveal should that particular engagement/excuse ever be needed.
God it’s horrible trying to second-guess a narcissist.
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My point is not about supplementing the size of the portion, but rather serving up frozen chips with mashed potatoes. Stodge. Each to his own, I suppose.
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