Having said that, if Matt *were* to do a selfie in bed, I *might* stroll over to his Insta to have a look.
Jack Monroe #89 Did you know she once ran out of jam?
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There's an app called 'Foodim' which allows you to share food pix and duck about with them a bit.
I was mulling this over in the shower this morning and am probably not going to articulate it particularly well, but she really reminds me of myself in my early twenties. I was a total hot mess and proud of it, always creating chaoses, switching identities and interests more often than I changed my knickers. I could be very charming in a quirky, manic way, so would have a rotating door of usually older girlfriends, who quite rightly got tired of my tit pretty quickly, I'd create more drama to lure them back but then swiftly find myself a new target.
I was terrible with money, always overspending and reaching the furthest reaches of my overdraft within days of payday. I was incredibly lucky with career opportunities but would change jobs every year or so, probably linked to my ever-shifting identity.
I had residual eating issues from adolescence so would live off slop with no texture, flavour or nutritional value - rice in a bowl of vegetable stock being a favourite meal.
But you know what? That was ten years ago. By the time I was 25/26, I realised it wasn't cute anymore and that I needed to grow the duck up. I moved out of London because I was kidding myself that I could afford to live there, settled down with a fantastic, stable, kind partner who was quite clear that they wouldn't put up with the chaoses, sorted my career out and have recently started a family.
I'm still not great with money, and like Jackie get tempted by high end things (embarrassed to admit that I do indeed have a Dyson hairdryer), but I save up for things or tend to get second hand/refurbished. Sadly yet to find any hideous designer scarves in puddles though.
The idea of still behaving the way I did, and as Jack does now, makes me cringe so much I'm basically doing kegels. Especially when you become a parent, you have a responsibility to get your act together and be an adult. I've been partial to the odd selfie myself in the past, but I wouldn't dream of a thot shot or animal bra pic. I'd be mortified for any of my closest friends to see something like that, let alone colleagues, potential employers and the whole public.
I used to think she was great, probably because I'm a Guardian-reading, avocado-munching, middle class millennial twit who has been so damn lucky in my life that I took her poverty tale as gospel. But since dealing with her indirectly for work, then the begging at the beginning of lockdown (I have a real issue with Patreon types but that's another rant for another day) and the sideboard thot shots earlier in the year, the scales really fell from my eyes.
I look at how she behaves and can't believe that I'm a year younger than her - it's like watching a teenager desperate for attention.
Rant over. Sorry about that, she really grates my mushrooms, especially at the moment.
I was terrible with money, always overspending and reaching the furthest reaches of my overdraft within days of payday. I was incredibly lucky with career opportunities but would change jobs every year or so, probably linked to my ever-shifting identity.
I had residual eating issues from adolescence so would live off slop with no texture, flavour or nutritional value - rice in a bowl of vegetable stock being a favourite meal.
But you know what? That was ten years ago. By the time I was 25/26, I realised it wasn't cute anymore and that I needed to grow the duck up. I moved out of London because I was kidding myself that I could afford to live there, settled down with a fantastic, stable, kind partner who was quite clear that they wouldn't put up with the chaoses, sorted my career out and have recently started a family.
I'm still not great with money, and like Jackie get tempted by high end things (embarrassed to admit that I do indeed have a Dyson hairdryer), but I save up for things or tend to get second hand/refurbished. Sadly yet to find any hideous designer scarves in puddles though.
The idea of still behaving the way I did, and as Jack does now, makes me cringe so much I'm basically doing kegels. Especially when you become a parent, you have a responsibility to get your act together and be an adult. I've been partial to the odd selfie myself in the past, but I wouldn't dream of a thot shot or animal bra pic. I'd be mortified for any of my closest friends to see something like that, let alone colleagues, potential employers and the whole public.
I used to think she was great, probably because I'm a Guardian-reading, avocado-munching, middle class millennial twit who has been so damn lucky in my life that I took her poverty tale as gospel. But since dealing with her indirectly for work, then the begging at the beginning of lockdown (I have a real issue with Patreon types but that's another rant for another day) and the sideboard thot shots earlier in the year, the scales really fell from my eyes.
I look at how she behaves and can't believe that I'm a year younger than her - it's like watching a teenager desperate for attention.
Rant over. Sorry about that, she really grates my mushrooms, especially at the moment.
She really grates my mushrooms too Fraus. Finely finely grated 
Am only a sleuthing rookie, but agree about the photoshop, they donāt look like her legs
HiS pRiVaCy YoU nEfArIoUs tRoLl NiNnY!!!
I think weāve found the liver.
same!! I have watched that tape so many timesOnly vaguely on topic:
Does anyone remember when Colin Farrellās sex tape leaked? He was going down on his gf and said something about how heād want to carry on for ābreakfast, lunch and bleeping dinnerā.
Anyway, I always think of Colin now when anyone says ābreakfast, lunch and dinnerā
It would appear the "military" aren't oblivious to our Jackie's bollox either 
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I just showed my Mum this...
Purely to see her reaction to someone grating corned beef. The reaction was dumb struck, she didnāt even speak, just did this
and after gagging said who the hell wants to grate corned beef?
Sit down Mum, youāre in for a long afternoon.
Ps. Jack my Mum comes from a real life pitman family where every male worked down the pit until they were seriously injured/died or retired. You have no idea of hard work or being poor or a long day. These people lived on a pittance and still didnāt grate corned beef.
Purely to see her reaction to someone grating corned beef. The reaction was dumb struck, she didnāt even speak, just did this
and after gagging said who the hell wants to grate corned beef?Sit down Mum, youāre in for a long afternoon.
Ps. Jack my Mum comes from a real life pitman family where every male worked down the pit until they were seriously injured/died or retired. You have no idea of hard work or being poor or a long day. These people lived on a pittance and still didnāt grate corned beef.
Awww thank you so much for thisMine came in a set of three in different sizes.edited to add a picture. Like these. They have them on eBay and Amazon and other places but for more than I paid. I just googled Pyrex bowls with lids.
Psst. Mom is now on BBC2.
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Currently watching Ainsley. He normally pisses me off with his enthusiasm but what has really struck me today is how much he LOVES food. Genuine passion. Sharing useful tips. He is ALL THE HAPPY.
She just hates food doesn't she?
She just hates food doesn't she?
I kind of get it with the cheese, because soft cheese is actually a thing, unless she is trying to refer to standard cheddar as soft in which case nope nope nope. But soft butter is not a separate product, it's just butter that's not been in the fridge?? And eggs are soft on the inside and hard on the outside? I'm so confused by her words sometimes, she has a real knack for rendering them totally meaningless.I donāt know why, but her constant use of the word soft to describe things is like nails down a blackboard to me. Soft cheese, soft butter, soft eggs
*runs screaming into the abyss
I was typing whilst lying on 3 weeks worth of clothes that I had to put away. BTW, it was on the bed, but I didn't take any pictures of myself, or my ginger floof. (Nb. I don't have a ginger floof that is cat shaped or any other type, I'm just trying to be droll)
Nobody is seeing any photos of my ginger floof
Best saved for Only Fans.
It would appear that Jackās Ā£20-but-not-actually-Ā£20 shopping project had been necessitated by her spending a few hundred quid on microblading.
Looks like the aftermath of giving birth (sorry for being gross).
Not only is this absolutely spot on about Jack, it also shows that she has learnt nothing in the last 6 years.
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