Jumperoo62
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I am 3.5months pregnant with baby number 3. I dread to think that midwives might be judging my bits when I am too fat to administrate the fanny to their taste.
We’re planning a weekend to Whistable in a few weeks, I think my fiancé would take the ring back if he thought I was on the lookout for some child selling racist insta grabbers!We were planning a Friday evening in Whitstable with chips.. Maybe I should switch to ramsgate? Or margate? Or a kent coast tour, frantically scanning for a FOD shaped baffoon
What would his private username be? @metaphorsrus or @bikerideshealyoursoul or @ididntwanttomovetoramsgate ??There's got to be a private account. Did anyone see the caption? Was it FOD style 10 paragraphs of crap, or something simple for family?
Sweet threads, Glen.Everything was fine on Monday
Cash's teaser appeared on Tuesday
Went to see the solicitor on Wednesday
And on Thursday they sent the C&D...
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We chilled on Sunday.
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Julie Burchill+Caitlin Moran=cash caraway non?I’m brain dumping everything I can remember about Cash here:
She grew up in Penge. She says she was bullied badly at school.
She was in a punk/indie band (?)
As a young woman she won a writing award or wrote a play for the royal court or something.
Then she had an abusive partner/ran away did sex chat lines/soho peepshow.
Then she was in a refuge (possibly in Notting hill).
Then a man who claimed to be her saviour came along and she moved in with him, started writing a mummy blog with reviews/freebies etc - not sure if that was later claimed to have been a situationist art prank or something.
She wrote a blog about her vagina ‘falling out’ due to damage while giving birth.
She was up for a mumsnet blogger award and claims other women at the award show sniggered at her and avoided her because she was honest about the damage to her body and because they were jealous of her writing talent.
She deleted that blog ‘the comeback mum’ because she had been living a lie/it wasn’t the real her.
She wrote some political poetry. It wasn’t very good.
The second man, the saviour, had become abusive (also possibly gay?) and she escaped with her child.
She got another place in a refuge. The ceiling fell in.
She was given a council flat in Kent.
At some point she said she was an alcoholic and was now abstinent- when someone saw a bottle of wine in a photo of the fridge and pointed it out she got angry and defensive.
Some women claimed she had used their stories and pretended they were her own.
She goaded the child sellers and said anyone who took money from companies who donated money to the Tory party were also Tories. She listed companies. She gloated at how many people unfollowed her. She had postcards printed with ‘not a Tory’ and mailed them out to people who asked for them.
There was some to-do with an account called ‘the influencer trainer’ and possibly a WhatsApp group of instamums bitching about her.
People questioned why she had Waitrose branded food when she was claiming to be living in extreme poverty.
If she was talked about online anywhere she would get histrionic and claim people were driving her to suicide.
I don’t know what went down with her and Clemmie but I think they are as bad as each other.
I can’t wait for the play!
Please tell me that work colleague story is NOT true. Please tell me you just made it up for the LolzFFS just read the Huffpost arse to elbow split vagina thingyAs if a Dr would ever say “I’m going to slice you”! Not to go into too much technical detail here (and I’m no Dr), but surely whether a tampon stays in has no bearing on a 4th degree tear? Utter nonsense.
Did remind me of a weirdo at work who used to corner people in the ladies and tell them she had “half a fanny” and ask if they’d look at the discharge in her pants and advise if they though it was normal?
We bought our own Victorian money pit last year. When we first bought it there was holes in the floor, mould on the walls and a cat poo on the second floor? The previous owner hadn’t turned on the heating in fifteen years. It has flooded twice since we moved in and soaked all our stuff. This week we got excited because we no longer need to fill the bath from a pipe and turn the water on with a screw driver.Wonder how they’ll feel when they come to sell up and the new owners immediately remove everything they’ve installed, in order to return it to its proper, original, Victorian style?
And if the new owners had social media? Even better! “We’re renovating this poor house and removing the chavtastic tat fitted by the previous owners... our particular hate is this pink bathroom, with public toilet gender labelling on the floor, but the second kitchen, which was bizarrely referred to as a dressing room, will also be thrown out and burnt on a communal rubbish pile”....
It’s bad because we didn’t even celebrate him getting down to 962k (unless I missed it) and now he’s down to 961k, because we know he should really be on about 950k the sneaky little shit!Omg you're so lucky.
Did my secret husband Chris come over and talk to you?
Now: 44 days, 3 hours, 7 minutes and 13 seconds.
I feel like Desmond from lost.
Careful, they might start a book club. With their two books.To be fair, my fellow trolls, there’s much work to be done on lots of other SODSTER type folk on Instagram. This is why we had the evacuation team protocol put in place. In the event of FoD close down, we are all to meet in the foyer of the Jack Monroe thread where @Pocahontas will do a head count. Those of you who think this thread is full of funny af smart people will not believe the levels over there...
Jack Monroe is the Tattle gift that keeps on giving there’s new threads almost daily with the shit she gets up to. So give it a go, dip your toes in another social media car crash, there’s lots of “in” jokes but there’s always a good intro at the beginning of every thread so you can get on board fast.
I think the SODs are done, even if they wanted to come back their space has already been taken up by another 8billion beggy desperado parent/Reno bloggers with twins/triplets and some don’t even have kids and just do interiors cos they are actually good at it. Sly and Clam are the Richard and Judy of day time tv. They were ok at first, then they became annoying, then the world realised Richard was a shoplifter, they went off air...never came back really. They are not a national treasure and the SODs certainly aren’t. Their time is over, I’d like to think we had a hand in that![]()
One of us obviously needs to have a baby at Kings.I agree. We need each other.I'm almost 29 and still single. What am I going to spend my time doing if I don't have fod or tattle? I don't even have sex dreams properly- last night I just kissed a random guy on the cheek (this is after he saved my youngest sister. )
Plan B:
A knitting club
A painting club
Lego club?
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You know what you have to do.We were planning a Friday evening in Whitstable with chips.. Maybe I should switch to ramsgate? Or margate? Or a kent coast tour, frantically scanning for a FOD shaped baffoon