Liz Jones #7 If she's got two faces, why does she wear that horrible one?

Winepig said:

I’ve never actually seen her coke snorting photo though I’ve read about it many times .

Would quite like to actually see it if anyone has it / can find it .

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The whole thread was deleted. It was, coincidentally, around the same time her *ahem* career hit the skids.

Hmmm. The alcoholic confession in the dreary this week, is it her reaction to a 60s pop star admitting that she had had an alcohol problem? Juggo, always desperate to be ”on trend” is she just jumping on the bandwagon again?
I also recall her “moaning” about her alcohol addiction a few years ago and how she had seemingly conquered it.
Plus is her drinking possibly the reason she is not attractive to the men she fixates upon?
”Oh my dogs are wonderful, my everything, my only friends“ she constantly writes and just like the idealisation of any man that dares to enter her drunken life she then starts moaning about them, poor dog waking princess Liz from her slumber (alcohol induced coma, can’t you just imagine the snoring) because the elderly dog needs a pee.

Winepig said:

I’ve never actually seen her coke snorting photo though I’ve read about it many times .

Would quite like to actually see it if anyone has it / can find it .

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It was a picture of her standing next to a table at the party. The poster said they’d seen her doing it, it wasn’t a pic of her doing it

Ah right , I always thought there had been photographic evidence.

Winepig said:

Ah right , I always thought there had been photographic evidence.

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The photo and post happened in real time whilst Liz was at the party. It was a bit ‘I’m at a party and Liz jones is here and she’s doing coke!’
and then they uploaded the pic as proof.

I feel like it must have been a Saturday night because i remember waking the next day and expecting to see it in the papers

The whole post was deleted by the time I woke up.
Then nothing. Ever again. Until years later when Liz wrote about it in an angry column .

I remember the name of the person who posted it , it matched with one of David’s real life friends who had a joke account with the same username as their mn name.
Gosh that feels like years ago now.

New ramblings…..

She describes a two year old as wearing a onesie and having a ‘gummy smile’. Sounds more like a two month old to me, but I suppose if you’re as insular as Liz Jones, she probably can’t tell the difference.
I think we have to give her some credit here as she has managed to write exactly the same article for the past decade, just changing the headline; My Cheating Husband, My Anorexia, How I Stole Sperm, My Bankruptcy, etc.. 🥱

She definitely NOT a good animal parent!

Her nephew probably grew up to realise how horrible she is to all her siblings, including his parent, and how she knows the cost of everything and the value of nothing.

She is also vile about other women yet has nothing going for her.

Blurp said:

She definitely NOT a good animal parent!

Her nephew probably grew up to realise how horrible she is to all her siblings, including his parent, and how she knows the cost of everything and the value of nothing.

She is also vile about other women yet has nothing going for her.

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Says a lot that everyone in her family has dropped her. If she’s such a wonderful animal parent, whatever happened to all her cats? I can only imagine if she had been a parent, it would all be name dropping totally impractical designer baby clothes.

Read it now. My main takeaway from it is THANK THE LORD she didn’t reproduce or adopt. I couldn’t think of anyone less caring and more selfish.

If Liz and Nirpal had had a child together, he or she would be in their 20s now. Liz would be spending her time trying to pair them up with someone with wealthy parents (e.g. Damien Hurley, Kate Moss’s daughter) and continually reminding them of the running total of money they she’s spent on them - starting with a designer cashmere babygro (dry clean only): ‘I bought you the most beautiful outfit costing £300 and you were sick all over it. I couldn’t wash it so it ended up in the dog’s bed. Why do you hate me???’ Etc etc etc.

The non existent entity would be a massively messed up person .

Can you imagine her projecting all her insecurities / snobbishness/ outdated opinions /drunken nonsense onto a child ?

Never letting them be their own person , wanting to be their “ best friend” , wanting to parade them , dress them , micro manage every aspect of their life , telling them they were special & better than everyone else …. And using every little developmental milestone or misdemeanour as column fodder.

In her column dated 29/10 she says she has never had body dysmorphia. Her column yesterday says "The child would not inherit my body dysmorphia, my food phobia and my husband would not leave".
She need to remember what she's written.

That’s pretty hard to do when you are smashed half the time

Winepig said:

That’s pretty hard to do when you are smashed half the time

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She should write a Wiki about all the stuff she's said about her life and herself so she could refer to it when preparing her drivel of lies.

I am getting an image in my mind, Liz is laying intoxicated on her uncomfortable sofa and slurring as she interacts with some sort of AI to write her newspaper articles. And it’s going very very wrong
All this rehashed nonsense.
Or is it because with no family or friends to interact with she has no new ideas or experiences.
My money is on the AI.

Miss creant said:

I am getting an image in my mind, Liz is laying intoxicated on her uncomfortable sofa and slurring as she interacts with some sort of AI to write her newspaper articles. And it’s going very very wrong
All this rehashed nonsense.
Or is it because with no family or friends to interact with she has no new ideas or experiences.
My money is on the AI.

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Bit of both, I reckon... she never *does* anything!

Hang on... what the fucketty bollocks happened to her 'runway debut'?

The usual shit:

LIZ JONES: His text upset me. Why do men think it’s acceptable to lie?

By LIZ JONES, COLUMNIST, YOU MAGAZINE

PUBLISHED: 08:01 GMT, 8 November 2025 | UPDATED: 08:01 GMT, 8 November 2025





I’ve been ruminating over how to reply to David 1.0’s rude text about not visiting for the weekend. In case it isn’t seared into your brain as deeply as it is into mine, here’s a quick recap, like at the beginning of Slow Horses.

‘Oh right, I suppose I should have said: thinking about it, despite wanting to see Mini again and recharging my car battery with a long trip, I think I’ll give it a miss. I’ll leave you to abuse yourself to [sic] the fading memory of a failed second-hand car salesman. X.’

We are not in a relationship, so why is he harping on about Neil? Again. I was clear David 1.0 would be sleeping in the spare room. In fact, ahead of his visit, I had rewashed the bedlinen and ironed it. He must have read something in this column, saying that if Neil got in touch, I would find it very, very hard not to see him again (I was tipsy at River Café). David 1.0 is doubtless deeply hurt (I told him I was seeing someone else the moment it happened, even though we were no longer together). But you don’t win a woman’s heart or respect by whining and being rude. It just makes us think, ‘Go away! F**k off! Bring something to the table, make me laugh, suggest something, send a Wild At Heart bouquet!’

I cancelled my Tesco order of man food. The poor man in the store must have been expecting it, was doubtless poised by his shelves. Back goes the gin. Back goes the unwaxed lemon. Back goes the bleeding gluten-free bread. Back go the eggs.





His text upset me, though. If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything. Just text, ‘I’m really sorry, I won’t be able to make it.’

I almost replied (but I stopped myself): ‘He is not a failed second-hand car salesman. He sold brand-new luxury cars.’

I almost replied: ‘But we aren’t in a couple. I don’t ask if you’re back with Yoga Granny.’ He was seeing her when he got together with me; on our first date, she texted him to say, ‘How is the She Devil?’ He claimed Yoga Granny was sleeping on the floor of his grotty flat merely to help with utility bills, but she later messaged me to say that wasn’t true. Why do men think it’s acceptable to lie?

And I am not ‘abusing’ myself.

I went into a relationship with a completely open, welcoming heart. I thought my luck had changed. That one human in the world, just one, was not going to make me pay for dinner, drinks, the mini bar, the hotel room. That I might just once have a perfect birthday, with a thoughtful gift.

I am annoyed, too, as my prep table* arrived this morning. I was worried it wouldn’t fit through the kitchen door, but it did. It’s beautiful: a Carrara marble work surface, deep drawers, brass handles and a brass rail now holding a Daylesford tea towel that will never, ever be sullied. Problem is, no one but me will see it. (Although I did send a photo to my friend Andrea, who replied, ‘You will have to learn to cook and not keep jumpers in the oven like Carrie Bradshaw.’) I won’t be preparing vegan dinner while a man sits on my DeVol green metal and oiled oak stool shucking corn, as we chat and laugh. It’s just me, on my own.

But then David 2.0 WhatsApps me (I hate WhatsApp: it lurks on my phone like a malevolent time bomb of faux friendly demands). He has a lot to answer for. It was he who introduced me to Neil: ‘He’s a decent guy,’ he’d said. David 2.0 says he will be ‘in my area’ at the end of the month, so would love to come and see what I have done to the house.

I plan my only message to David 1.0 will be this. A selfie of me leaning against a rearing horse. And I don’t mean Swirly or Pocket. David 2.0 drives a Ferrari.

Put that in your anorexic roll-up and smoke it, you cadaverous… I won’t print the appropriate, alliterative noun.

*It’s not a breakfast bar



JONES MOANS... WHAT LIZ LOATHES THIS WEEK

• I get lots of letters these days from men who live in care homes. The addresses are so sad: ‘Room 208, Floor 3…’ and they all sound so lonely. This isn’t a moan that this is now my dating pool. Just that I do know men miss out on finding someone to love, for myriad reasons. I always write back to them.

'David 1.0 is doubtless deeply hurt' er, just why would he be deeply hurt? Its been over for a long time. He's been invited back there and doesn't want to go. He can't be bothered and doesn't want to be abused again for column fodder. If he truly wanted her he could easier get her back. She is just not getting it, he doesn't want her and her deranged ways. I have never felt the need to inform former boyfriends, husbands that I have a new man on the go so why does she need to tell David 1.0. It's more like look someone wants me so you need to make a move else it will be too late. Which is never going to happen.