Elle Belle
Chatty Member
Vlog - Monday 13.07.20 (Glóby post-apocalyptic launch. Aftermath unknown. Enter at your own peril. Preferably with a face mask on).
- Strong open. JK. A full 10 minutes of her peahead
whilst driving. She's decided 'the Aston is not designed for her to talk to us on camera'. Neither is the Highway Code Lydia. But who cares about rules.
- She acknowledges her week off. Not because she was drowning her sorrows and sacrificing the new girl's blood. We've obviously been way too cynical, but everything going on in the world right now finally took it's toll on her. Her 'brain gets tired from all the thinking'. She says she's damaged her brain apparently. Not a coincidence this was straight after Glóby's fuck up of a launch. Lydia, you speak fluent shit.
- She mentioned the long lost house again. She states she couldn't live there anyway. Neither could Lumi. She's a fucking cat. Not a princess. I like the way you try not to be bitter though Lydia.
- She loves vlogging. Everytime she went somewhere last week, she 'thought oh I wish I was vlogging this'. She's very active for someone suffering from brain damage. Is that home-grown watercress for medicinal purposes?
- She doesn't know what's going to happen in this vlog, she's not planned anything 'so we shouldn't expect nothing groundbreaking'. I'm actually jealous of all the people who haven't watched one of her vlogs.
- She acknowledges don't ever listen to what she tells us for Covid advice. She admits she doesn't have a clue. She has a feeling it's getting back to normal. Oh the deep chat's gone...she got distracted...by a hedgehog on the side of the road. Somewhere out there is a tree is tirelessly producing oxygen for you, Lydia. I think you owe it an apology.
- Oh she's back. She simultaneously eye rolls and states we can go to pubs, but she can't get her nails done. I'm not an astronomer, but I'm pretty sure the earth revolves around the sun not you, Lydia.
- She highlights she looks so tired, but she's not actually tired at all. That'll be because you've had a week off, Lydia. Then again petulant sulking can take it out of you.
- She's an avid hiker, as well as an avid runner now. She was out of breath climbing the stairs though. Must be another symptom of said brain damage. She's purchased a backpack. She's still a cheese and pickle sandwich short of a picnic.
- We see her wearing a face mask for approximately 0.173 seconds. Blink and you'll miss it. Listen and you'll hear her say 'oh I forgot to take my face mask off'. Silly moo. Maybe take your receipt back for said face mask, Lydia. Because I'm not buying your bullshit.
- More greenhouse talk. She informs 'you regret going too small'. Not a reference to Ali's tripod though. We get a sneak peak of her courtyard garden. 2 orange trees, I mean they're lovely orange trees, but not quite a courtyard or a garden. She's paying for her water feature. She doesn't specify with money, dignity or sexual favours however.
- She shows us all her PR packages in the corner, but she's not going to show us. The trolls find it distasteful, you know during the still ONGOING pandemic. Keep calling us trolls. We've been called worse. Your followers.
- Ali Titchmarsh points out a baby bird on his new nuts. Lydia chirps in 'aww where's the baby Lumi?' Lumi is a lot of things, a twat of a cat being the top of the list. She's definitely not a bird though Lydia.
- She addresses the gifted farmer's hamper. She's aware she could have paid for it herself, but by promoting the company, once, she's literally saving no less than 7 soon to be drowned puppies, 31 CEO jobs, half of the British royal family, the economy of 87 developing countries, and the entire free world...she likes to consider these things before they come in (AKA before reading on Tattle).
- She gets a HB card from a new follower called John. That's where her fan mail starts and that's where her fan mail ends. Lydia, you're about as important as a white crayon.
- Her stories of her makeup for By Terry took her all morning. Your face here is fine Lydia, I'll even go so far as to say quite pretty, but you might need to put a bag over that personality.
- She shows us a sneak peak of her new top she was saving for the next vlog. First the front door now this. You do spoil us Lydia.
- She vlogs a telephone call to a premium greenhouse company. She advises the lady was so lovely. It's definitely going to be gifted. She doesn't compliment for free.
- She can't wait 14 weeks for a greenhouse to be built however. But she could wait 2 years for a back mitt from China.
- She's lying on the couch, looks down and says to Lumi 'are you having a sniff?' Wow, she's actually skankier than she looks post #381 fake tan application.
- Her workday tomorrow consists of going to garden centre #745 and getting ready for her 'work shindigaroo'. Don't get too excited, that's all in the next vlog. Even though it happened last week. Confused. Me too. Maybe we have brain damage also from all the thinking.
- She stops mid-sentence as she's noticed a smudge on the camera. She apologies for it being irritating. Maybe you can address the shit stain smudges under your cheekbones next please?
- She ends the vlog by concluding she's lived a sheltered life until she made her own chutney. Keep rollin eyes Lydia, you might find an actual brain back there.
- Strong open. JK. A full 10 minutes of her peahead
whilst driving. She's decided 'the Aston is not designed for her to talk to us on camera'. Neither is the Highway Code Lydia. But who cares about rules.
- She acknowledges her week off. Not because she was drowning her sorrows and sacrificing the new girl's blood. We've obviously been way too cynical, but everything going on in the world right now finally took it's toll on her. Her 'brain gets tired from all the thinking'. She says she's damaged her brain apparently. Not a coincidence this was straight after Glóby's fuck up of a launch. Lydia, you speak fluent shit.
- She mentioned the long lost house again. She states she couldn't live there anyway. Neither could Lumi. She's a fucking cat. Not a princess. I like the way you try not to be bitter though Lydia.
- She loves vlogging. Everytime she went somewhere last week, she 'thought oh I wish I was vlogging this'. She's very active for someone suffering from brain damage. Is that home-grown watercress for medicinal purposes?
- She doesn't know what's going to happen in this vlog, she's not planned anything 'so we shouldn't expect nothing groundbreaking'. I'm actually jealous of all the people who haven't watched one of her vlogs.
- She acknowledges don't ever listen to what she tells us for Covid advice. She admits she doesn't have a clue. She has a feeling it's getting back to normal. Oh the deep chat's gone...she got distracted...by a hedgehog on the side of the road. Somewhere out there is a tree is tirelessly producing oxygen for you, Lydia. I think you owe it an apology.
- Oh she's back. She simultaneously eye rolls and states we can go to pubs, but she can't get her nails done. I'm not an astronomer, but I'm pretty sure the earth revolves around the sun not you, Lydia.
- She highlights she looks so tired, but she's not actually tired at all. That'll be because you've had a week off, Lydia. Then again petulant sulking can take it out of you.
- She's an avid hiker, as well as an avid runner now. She was out of breath climbing the stairs though. Must be another symptom of said brain damage. She's purchased a backpack. She's still a cheese and pickle sandwich short of a picnic.
- We see her wearing a face mask for approximately 0.173 seconds. Blink and you'll miss it. Listen and you'll hear her say 'oh I forgot to take my face mask off'. Silly moo. Maybe take your receipt back for said face mask, Lydia. Because I'm not buying your bullshit.
- More greenhouse talk. She informs 'you regret going too small'. Not a reference to Ali's tripod though. We get a sneak peak of her courtyard garden. 2 orange trees, I mean they're lovely orange trees, but not quite a courtyard or a garden. She's paying for her water feature. She doesn't specify with money, dignity or sexual favours however.
- She shows us all her PR packages in the corner, but she's not going to show us. The trolls find it distasteful, you know during the still ONGOING pandemic. Keep calling us trolls. We've been called worse. Your followers.
- Ali Titchmarsh points out a baby bird on his new nuts. Lydia chirps in 'aww where's the baby Lumi?' Lumi is a lot of things, a twat of a cat being the top of the list. She's definitely not a bird though Lydia.
- She addresses the gifted farmer's hamper. She's aware she could have paid for it herself, but by promoting the company, once, she's literally saving no less than 7 soon to be drowned puppies, 31 CEO jobs, half of the British royal family, the economy of 87 developing countries, and the entire free world...she likes to consider these things before they come in (AKA before reading on Tattle).
- She gets a HB card from a new follower called John. That's where her fan mail starts and that's where her fan mail ends. Lydia, you're about as important as a white crayon.
- Her stories of her makeup for By Terry took her all morning. Your face here is fine Lydia, I'll even go so far as to say quite pretty, but you might need to put a bag over that personality.
- She shows us a sneak peak of her new top she was saving for the next vlog. First the front door now this. You do spoil us Lydia.
- She vlogs a telephone call to a premium greenhouse company. She advises the lady was so lovely. It's definitely going to be gifted. She doesn't compliment for free.
- She can't wait 14 weeks for a greenhouse to be built however. But she could wait 2 years for a back mitt from China.
- She's lying on the couch, looks down and says to Lumi 'are you having a sniff?' Wow, she's actually skankier than she looks post #381 fake tan application.
- Her workday tomorrow consists of going to garden centre #745 and getting ready for her 'work shindigaroo'. Don't get too excited, that's all in the next vlog. Even though it happened last week. Confused. Me too. Maybe we have brain damage also from all the thinking.
- She stops mid-sentence as she's noticed a smudge on the camera. She apologies for it being irritating. Maybe you can address the shit stain smudges under your cheekbones next please?
- She ends the vlog by concluding she's lived a sheltered life until she made her own chutney. Keep rollin eyes Lydia, you might find an actual brain back there.
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