What is it about her that she needs to make out like she’s some kinda of Super Stacey Fairy Godmother, swooping in at the nth hour and saving the day because the poor year six leavers would be left without a party. It’s the same with SYLO or this new Brickin’ it series, they’re never skanks who should know better and sort their own tit out, they’re always lovely people and so deserving and so because of that Stacey’s coming to help. 
She’s always got to go one better; she couldn’t just say ‘oh because we had the pool and the space we decided to host the leaver’s party here’. Instead it’s got to be posited as Stacey dashing to the rescue and then like Cinderella she sets off pressure washing the pool area whilst clicking her fingers and getting help from the local birds and wildlife (well the pool man and other lovely wonderful small (not so small at all) businesses), and ‘ta-dah’, a party is to be had.
*click* Here’s a bouncy castle!
*click* Here’s a treat cart!
*click* Oh look, a special customised label…
… and if Stacey’s to be believed she only found out this was happening what, late morning?
Dear God she must think people come down with the last flipping shower, however I guarantee you dare raise the subject that Saint Stace may not just have cobbled that little lot together in ten minutes flat no doubt in-between running 10k on the treadmill and pegging her crisps onto hooks, the sheep would be on you like a pack of rabid wolves, ready to tear you limb from limb!
Strange old world innit?!
She’s always got to go one better; she couldn’t just say ‘oh because we had the pool and the space we decided to host the leaver’s party here’. Instead it’s got to be posited as Stacey dashing to the rescue and then like Cinderella she sets off pressure washing the pool area whilst clicking her fingers and getting help from the local birds and wildlife (well the pool man and other lovely wonderful small (not so small at all) businesses), and ‘ta-dah’, a party is to be had.
*click* Here’s a bouncy castle!
*click* Here’s a treat cart!
*click* Oh look, a special customised label…
… and if Stacey’s to be believed she only found out this was happening what, late morning?
Dear God she must think people come down with the last flipping shower, however I guarantee you dare raise the subject that Saint Stace may not just have cobbled that little lot together in ten minutes flat no doubt in-between running 10k on the treadmill and pegging her crisps onto hooks, the sheep would be on you like a pack of rabid wolves, ready to tear you limb from limb!
Strange old world innit?!
