She’s so see through it’s hilarious.
Draws people in with long ass stories about her
duck ups as a parent to try and make herself relatable, add to that snippets of back story to include social services, drugs & abusive relationships to bring in the sympathy and then throw in the odd shout out to her ‘warriors’ she’s been rescuing in between all of the above and here you have ladies & gentlemen a modern day fookin Saint Shambleton. From the titillating snippets of back story we then get the promise of a book, mini book tour to share stories of when we’ve left our kids in Tesco or forgot Monday was a school day
and laugh about parent failure over a G&T. By now the Army have built, supporting this warrior of a woman hanging onto her every word. Her husband putting his life on the line everyday to help Bluetits far & wide, what a hero
She has them right where she wants them. Women across the country doing a sex dance in their back garden hoping it’ll get Rachaelaele pregnant quicker for the much wanted R&J baby. Money is pouring in helping this selfless woman rescue women & children without thought for herself - never mind no fookin qualifications but that doesn’t stop Saint Shambleton, she’s on fire
You might mock us mere mortals Rachaelaele for paying for your Christmas but what is piss funny and priceless is that you got exposed as a fraud. The money dried up and you’ve now sold your soul to the devil. You’re advertising Nutella for fooks sake
You very rarely mention your ‘warriors’ because you can’t, you never could really. You’re just a walking, talking billboard now. It’ll hit you harder not having the adulation of being Saint Shambleton rescuing all those in need, that isn’t what you’re known for now. You’re known for adverts, so you’ve just become like the rest. You’ll fade away because you have nothing to offer apart from the shite you’re paid to (badly) advertise.
Now That Is What I Call A Downfall