She will try to have him up the aisle, whether he will go through with it is another thingIt's becoming increasingly obvious that Jonesey is desperately trying to find a man (any man!) to keep her in her dotage. If they are a property owner and have a decent pension she'll have them up the aisle in no time. She has quite a lot of form in the emotional blackmail stakes, remember.
All she has to do then is mock him mercilessly for a couple of years, marriage breaks down, Jonesey fills her boots and bingo!
She has a recognised modus operandi: love bomb, start to diminish, separate from friends and family, isolate and then move in for the kill.She will try to have him up the aisle, whether he will go through with it is another thing
And thought repeatedly dragging him through the mud in print was going to achieve this? Liz, Liz, LizShe has a recognised modus operandi: love bomb, start to diminish, separate from friends and family, isolate and then move in for the kill.
Scrace had a wide network of friends, a business and a past to be proud of... however, once Jonesey had finished with him, she had marginalized him almost completely from his support network and was deliberately triggering his mental health issues. She is utterly ruthless and will be targeting older, divorced or widowed men with no or few children, homeowners with an assured financial future. She was desperate to get her name on Scrace's London address and get her hands on his imminent inheritance. The fact that he slipped through her claws irks her still.
Those are a narcissists tools,She has a recognised modus operandi: love bomb, start to diminish, separate from friends and family, isolate and then move in for the kill.
What? Her problem with most of the chaps in her life is that none of them spend any real time with her in a face-to-face sense. How does she love-bomb them? She barely sees them, and by her own account she's so busy working she doesn't have time to call, text or anything else. Most of her "personal" life appears to be spent with her assistant, moaning that she can't meet a decent guy.She has a recognised modus operandi: love bomb, start to diminish, separate from friends and family, isolate and then move in for the kill.
Scrace had a wide network of friends, a business and a past to be proud of... however, once Jonesey had finished with him, she had marginalized him almost completely from his support network and was deliberately triggering his mental health issues. She is utterly ruthless and will be targeting older, divorced or widowed men with no or few children, homeowners with an assured financial future. She was desperate to get her name on Scrace's London address and get her hands on his imminent inheritance. The fact that he slipped through her claws irks her still.
His address is actually an h/a. Had they got hitched, she would have had the rights to continue living there. It was the convenience rather than the value of the actual dwelling.What? Her problem with most of the chaps in her life is that none of them spend any real time with her in a face-to-face sense. How does she love-bomb them? She barely sees them, and by her own account she's so busy working she doesn't have time to call, text or anything else. Most of her "personal" life appears to be spent with her assistant, moaning that she can't meet a decent guy.
As for David, they go back about 30 years, and for the last 10 or so he's kept a cautious distance, only reappearing occasionally (note that even after their most recent engagement, he was hardly around). His "London address" is a Brixton council flat.
In the last week or so, she's written about older women wearing miniskirts, Kate Middleton's polka-dotted dress, Angela Merkel and (unexpectedly) fuel shortages; that's apart from the Diary and the weekly podcast. Not exactly a slackerly work rate.His address is actually an h/a. Had they got hitched, she would have had the rights to continue living there. It was the convenience rather than the value of the actual dwelling.
With regard to the "love bombing", cast your mind back to the days when he was the Dirty Baker, having her up against the concrete pillars of her rental flat, his pony tail thrashing in the breeze!
Then think about the house party thrown by one of his chums. She was furious she wasn't being suitably revered and dobbed everybody in for smoking weed.
Then fast-forward to her constant slagging of his lifestyle/looks/health/, the fact that he was 'always crying'...
She's not 'always working', she is preternaturally lazy. She churns out the Dreary and, maybe, another article every couple of weeks. She shares a modest gaff her paid companion (who's mid-term agenda is to make sure Jones doesn't hook up with anyone) and lives a weird half-life, slagging off everything and everyone while Bebb cackles in the background.
I just found the ‘mini skirt’ article - a couple of paragraphs in a shared puff piece is hardly a stretch, is it?In the last week or so, she's written about older women wearing miniskirts, Kate Middleton's polka-dotted dress, Angela Merkel and (unexpectedly) fuel shortages; that's apart from the Diary and the weekly podcast. Not exactly a slackerly work rate.
And the housing association flat? It sounds grim - broken windows and damp throughout. Why in heaven's name would she want to live in it?
The piece on the fuel crisis was laughable, airbrushing her past speeding boasts out of history in her gas-guzzling BMW and "convertible Mercedes" (whatever that means) and pouring on the pious flim-flam with a ladle (whilst having another crack at the over-weight). This from the woman who cheerfully parks in the disabled bays because they're closer to the doors of whichever establishment she graces with her presence? Do me a favour!In the last week or so, she's written about older women wearing miniskirts, Kate Middleton's polka-dotted dress, Angela Merkel and (unexpectedly) fuel shortages; that's apart from the Diary and the weekly podcast. Not exactly a slackerly work rate.
And the housing association flat? It sounds grim - broken windows and damp throughout. Why in heaven's name would she want to live in it?
And wears soft buttery leather.Liz is a vegan and never eats prawns. Just cheese
And eggs. How dare she say that she’s a vegan. This is what she told the even more hateful Piers Morgan:-Liz is a vegan and never eats prawns. Just cheese
So is the "convertible Mercedes" a Mercedes convertible or a Ford Fiesta that converts to a Mercedes every time she writes about her car?The piece on the fuel crisis was laughable, airbrushing her past speeding boasts out of history in her gas-guzzling BMW and "convertible Mercedes" (whatever that means) and pouring on the pious flim-flam with a ladle (whilst having another crack at the over-weight). This from the woman who cheerfully parks in the disabled bays because they're closer to the doors of whichever establishment she graces with her presence? Do me a favour!
As far as the condition of David's flat is concerned, we only have her word (hollow laugh) for its condition. Remember, she used to call her London rental "the cupboard", when it was actually here: https://www.zigguratbuilding.com/ so don't come the raw prawn, eh?
Nah, it's something like this.So is the "convertible Mercedes" a Mercedes convertible or a Ford Fiesta that converts to a Mercedes every time she writes about her car?
Our Lizzy is not bright.And eggs. How dare she say that she’s a vegan. This is what she told the even more hateful Piers Morgan:-
‘Later, journalist Liz admitted she eats eggs because she "knows their parents" and keeps chickens.’
Useful though because when the car sees her approaching with her key fob it turns into the robot and runs awayNah, it's something like this.
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