A bunch of twats.She's asking for it wanting to know what their collective noun would be. An irritation? A grift?
She’ll be telling us her ‘I’m mad, me’ routine.Looking forward to Jack’s hot take on Orlando Bloom’s morning routine in about 6 days time...
A twattle?A bunch of twats.
She’s like the internet explorer parody Twitter accountoh, great, here comes interacting with sentient brands on twitter jack
coming soon - "anyone else noticed that the blue innocent smoothie is green! "
She’ll be telling us her ‘I’m mad, me’ routine.
Wake up at 3am, work like a banshee. 03:30 put tea in slow cooker, put on Denis Nilsen costume for 20 hour workday on minimum wage. Tweet. Boil gruel for SB for hours (in its own juices). Accidentally conquer fears. 4am run through the house naked and wake everyone up. Tweet that I’m at my rented desk. Go back to sleep until 11:30-12 depending on whether or not I’m pretending to have SB
Oh my god I thought the same. The house looks beautiful. Not exactly a huge SS or Joe Swash fan here but every happiness to her and her family there. That kind of thing must make Monroe seeeeeeethe. Especially as an X-factor contestant turned TV presenter herself!Wonder if Jack follows Stacey Soloman on Instagram. Her new house is very sweet and her garden is to die for! I wouldn’t normally have any interest in that woman at all but I think her sheer enthusiasm is really endearing.
Cue possible rage over still RENTING or rattling tip jar for fantasy forever home...?
Her tablet recipe is the best pre phone/internet I copied this down without buying buying the book in Waterstones because I was a poor school pupil!!!Blurp said:
Scottish Baking . Note that the front cover quote is from Mom. Sue Lawrence is from Dundee so talks about butteries but has had some tuition in the art of rowies.
You missed the bit about dire poverty, no heating and a switched off fridgeI made it to the bit where she's talking about posh biscuits making her feel like a human or something.
Yup, sitting there in her cold RENTED flat with no heating, the fridge unplugged and with her small child she somehow made the fancy M&S biscuits last a whole week by nibbling round the edges. This made her feel like a whole, human person rather MrsI made it to the bit where she's talking about posh biscuits making her feel like a human or something.
It’s like the time my electric keypad meter ran out and I was too hungover to visit the shop for a top up when the online system was down for a few hours. I just wish she would admit she is doing really well for once in her life and stop pretending to be poor. It is exhausting. I (allegedly) earn more than she does but would never spend the sheer amount of money on curtains and sideboards.You missed the bit about dire poverty, no heating and a switched off fridge