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To be fair to guest, as a fellow smol frau (5ft 0.75 inches), most chairs are extremely uncomfortable for me to sit in normally as my legs don't reach the floor if I'm sitting properly. So I either have to sit on the edge and lean forward or lean back like that. Although I wouldn't sit like that in a public setting as it looks really unprofessional. I think that her smol height does explain some of her postures when speaking (eg feet on chair, sitting on the edge of the stage) as it's really annoying/painful if you're sitting in a seat and can't reach the floor or cross your legs (especially if you have chonky thighs as well)
Sounds like there may be a market for a discreet folding foot stool that anyone who might be vertically challenged could carry around with them. The sort of thing that homewares catalogues -- Coopers of Stortford? -- would sell. A bit like a squatty potty but for public use.
Luckily for her son, someone (likely not Jack) cared enough about him to teach him to use cutlery at a young age, long, long before Leggy came on the scene. The poor little bugger was probably just rebelling at being dragged away from everyone and everything he’d known and having to deal with that pair of insufferable twats.
Exactly this. Or Leggy, being the insufferable snob that she seems to be, had laid out a full set of cutlery and was upset that SB was using the fish fork instead of the salad fork, or some such elitist nonsense.
To be fair to guest, as a fellow smol frau (5ft 0.75 inches), most chairs are extremely uncomfortable for me to sit in normally as my legs don't reach the floor if I'm sitting properly. So I either have to sit on the edge and lean forward or lean back like that. Although I wouldn't sit like that in a public setting as it looks really unprofessional. I think that her smol height does explain some of her postures when speaking (eg feet on chair, sitting on the edge of the stage) as it's really annoying/painful if you're sitting in a seat and can't reach the floor or cross your legs (especially if you have chonky thighs as well)
Agree MaveyB, but I’ve spent decades as a short person sitting in public/commercial meetings and I have literally never had the gall to slouch like this. So unprofessional, it made my cringe my toenails into my shins.
Not as good as Marm’s collages but a lot of yawning, smirking at her phone, nose picking and a good stretch out of the ouchy shoulder.
I choose to believe that in the bottom right pic, she was rolling a booger between her fingers.
It’s been bugging the tit out of me since this morning (in time) what her coke-ravaged snout looks like in these screenshots and thanks to an extra set of horrors, have suddenly got it!
It’s…..Rebekah Vardy’s phone the nose guard for sunglasses the old couple on the beach in Coney Island give to Mickey Rourke in Angel Heart!
But hers is made of plasticine.
edit: accidentally posted the same Mickey pic twice.
Agree. So much mouth breathing throughout that. As well as teeth picking, nose picking, lip picking, then rubbing her greasy, grotty paw into her mouth.
There's something quite odious and repellent about her.
I didn't know whether I should write about this as it sounds like I am showing off, but sod it, I'll show off.
I knew someone from the architects practice that designed the Hacienda, so got to go in the VIP area a lot. Met the Gallaghers (and many many others). They pissed me off with their "I'm more Manc than you" act. A bit pathetic really, but their swagger was something they played up to. It's where my drug use started to get out of hand.
Jack would have been apoplectic if she had seen the youngsters doing what they were doing in the Hacienda VIP area. She was scared of the youth in the dance tent at Glastonbury, God knows what she would have done in Madchester in the 90's. This is still one of my favourite stories that show her for the prude she is. I'm only surprised that she is doubtless on the ❄ a habit she most likely picked up when she was a "West London Lesbian".
Back to Jack. Anyone that has ever been to a council meeting will know how boring they are. I used to write and present reports to full council, and to some of the committees. Council Officers and Journalist who were paid to go were bored to tears, why someone would willingly go is beyond me.
I can't think of any reason that Jack would need to go, it's not as though she would have anything to contribute. It is all online now anyway, so she could watch from the comfort of her own fully carpeted (rented) home. What will she do with the information she hears at these meetings? It is all such a waste of her time.
Why doesn't she run for councillor where she could actually contribute, rather than just document meetings for busywork.
For someone attending a meeting of an oversight committee, the main thing guest seems to be overseeing is her phone.
Council mate that she's sitting right behind is a Labour councillor. Perhaps she's angling for a job as his assistant, and is attending to show that she's all up to date on current issues and concerns etc?
And that first vid- she genuinely cant actually breathe through her nose anymore can she? View attachment 3141872 qCouldn’t have happened to a nicer manipulative scamming liar. View attachment 3141873 q
Vali, that nose is going, going, gone! It LEFT! It's gone on it's holibobs and it ain't never coming back. Her nose don't know her. I guest that's what happens when you play with too much snow. Don't do drugs and disrespect the neb kids.
There's something quite odious and repellent about her.
I didn't know whether I should write about this as it sounds like I am showing off, but sod it, I'll show off.
I knew someone from the architects practice that designed the Hacienda, so got to go in the VIP area a lot. Met the Gallaghers (and many many others). They pissed me off with their "I'm more Manc than you" act. A bit pathetic really, but their swagger was something they played up to. It's where my drug use started to get out of hand.
Jack would have been apoplectic if she had seen the youngsters doing what they were doing in the Hacienda VIP area. She was scared of the youth in the dance tent at Glastonbury, God knows what she would have done in Madchester in the 90's. This is still one of my favourite stories that show her for the prude she is. I'm only surprised that she is doubtless on the ❄ a habit she most likely picked up when she was a "West London Lesbian".
Back to Jack. Anyone that has ever been to a council meeting will know how boring they are. I used to write and present reports to full council, and to some of the committees. Council Officers and Journalist who were paid to go were bored to tears, why someone would willingly go is beyond me.
I can't think of any reason that Jack would need to go, it's not as though she would have anything to contribute. It is all online now anyway, so she could watch from the comfort of her own fully carpeted (rented) home. What will she do with the information she hears at these meetings? It is all such a waste of her time.
Why doesn't she run for councillor where she could actually contribute, rather than just document meetings for busywork.
LJC aye, 100% every bit of this. And I’ve also been to so many meetings I would have willingly attended virtually if only the option to get the content that way had existed. PERFORMATIVE BUSYWORK AHOY.
She really is so, so uncool. Cherie Blair/Terresa May mashup.
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and I have literally never had the gall to slouch like this. So unprofessional, it made my cringe my toenails into my shins.
