The Sheerluxe podcast GOB was on is torture, it actually sounds like a satire. If you were sat near that bunch in a cafe you'd just have to get up and move.
"Ooh, a wedding in Hackney - so cool!"
"my friend's new cavapoo, so sweet, called Penelope!"
"The Pret chicken sriracha wrap is now a chicken pesto wrap"
"We're going to Barcelona"
"...Einaudi the classical piano player, ecelctic"
"I'm seeing Elton John!"
"I felt sorry for La Fromagerie when Bayley and Sage opened"
"I put a slice of cucumber in my water when I WFH"
GOB is jammed comically between two huge mikes that loom from behind the cream fabric sofa. She's almost buried, camouflagued by the £1,650.00 linen Erdem dress. The three pleasantly cheugy women all coo when asking her to show off her £2K Bottega fur bag. Problem now it's been seen by all and sundry , she's on the fashion slippery slope and will be craving something new to be praised for next time, she can't show up with the same old thing.
GOB pipes up about her YouTube channel and mentions Mutti, saying she's in the early stages of dementia, then tells a tale about Mutti randomly uttering the word "fame", which she said is the only thing that Jo thinks about; GOB told her brother this and apparently he agreed. What an insensitive, inappropriate narc-flex, why would you repeat something like that?
She then tutted about the BBC, annoyed she must share her frequency with the football on some Sundays. GOB adds to the topics by again repeating Margaret Dabbs' declaration that "you should change your shoes three times a day".
GOB has the nerve to say that Gwyneth Paltrow's diet of bone broth is anti-social, asking how you can have friends and a social life if you eat that way, saying it's rude, dangerous and triggering (says the woman who regularly jokes that she still barely eats anything after a lifetime of disordered eating).
They ask GOB if she has work to do at home, she pretends that she preps for her radio show, saying she chooses who she has on the show, adding that the Chewin' the Fat segment is her sitting with "three other journalists".
Says she will move from the BBC "when it is right".
"Ooh, a wedding in Hackney - so cool!"
"my friend's new cavapoo, so sweet, called Penelope!"
"The Pret chicken sriracha wrap is now a chicken pesto wrap"
"We're going to Barcelona"
"...Einaudi the classical piano player, ecelctic"
"I'm seeing Elton John!"
"I felt sorry for La Fromagerie when Bayley and Sage opened"
"I put a slice of cucumber in my water when I WFH"
GOB is jammed comically between two huge mikes that loom from behind the cream fabric sofa. She's almost buried, camouflagued by the £1,650.00 linen Erdem dress. The three pleasantly cheugy women all coo when asking her to show off her £2K Bottega fur bag. Problem now it's been seen by all and sundry , she's on the fashion slippery slope and will be craving something new to be praised for next time, she can't show up with the same old thing.
GOB pipes up about her YouTube channel and mentions Mutti, saying she's in the early stages of dementia, then tells a tale about Mutti randomly uttering the word "fame", which she said is the only thing that Jo thinks about; GOB told her brother this and apparently he agreed. What an insensitive, inappropriate narc-flex, why would you repeat something like that?
She then tutted about the BBC, annoyed she must share her frequency with the football on some Sundays. GOB adds to the topics by again repeating Margaret Dabbs' declaration that "you should change your shoes three times a day".
GOB has the nerve to say that Gwyneth Paltrow's diet of bone broth is anti-social, asking how you can have friends and a social life if you eat that way, saying it's rude, dangerous and triggering (says the woman who regularly jokes that she still barely eats anything after a lifetime of disordered eating).
They ask GOB if she has work to do at home, she pretends that she preps for her radio show, saying she chooses who she has on the show, adding that the Chewin' the Fat segment is her sitting with "three other journalists".
Says she will move from the BBC "when it is right".
Old hippy. Marylebone, my show. Like a broken record.
