CrackingOwlSanctuary
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Indeed, I bet she's baked a celebratory pumble with lashings of jig on the side ❄
I am about 80% confident those shoes Jack’s wearing are Westwood.To be fair, the model doesn’t look great either- looks like he forgot his belt and they’re going to be round his knees any second.
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That was when guest had scampered adorably into Leggy’s big London townhouse and her cash was burning a hole in the pocket of her urchin smock so she went on a designer checked trousers, leather jackets, blazers, Burberry scarves, shirts, waistcoats, leather brogues and ties rampage. The creepy lil’ Skinwalker.
I bet she now wishes she'd said yes to Strictly all those times they asked her (joking of course Jack, we know they never asked you). Although I would love to see her on there. You know she would be all "completed it, mate" to whichever poor pro she was paired with, she did study over 18 months of ballet with Madame Linda who had a studio above a charity shop on Southend high street.Alas another year passes when guest is not on I'm a Celebrity or Strictly. Shame.
Perhaps she can go and hide out with the jolly welcoming all-dancing all-singing Tanzanians, their stars and their chickens?
View attachment 3265237 qOr reinvent herself as London’s lone musician, the old accordion player View attachment 3265238 qWhat. An. Absolute. Fuckwit.
bleeping hell, Jack. From the Waulking Songs in the Hebrides to the Hop-Pickers' Dances in Kent, every single part of the UK has a long tradition of spontaneous communal song and dance.
That whole Tanzania trip was such a patronising tit-show. Jack should have been more aware, but a large part of the blame has to go to Oxfam for facilitating it. They seem to have dropped her almost immediately afterwards, but have never publicly disowned her - and, ten years later, her agent continues to claim that she is an 'Oxfam Ambassador' and uses that to drum up work on her behalf.
Perhaps she can go and hide out with the jolly welcoming all-dancing all-singing Tanzanians, their stars and their chickens?
View attachment 3265237 qOr reinvent herself as London’s lone musician, the old accordion player View attachment 3265238 qWhat. An. Absolute. Fuckwit.
Yes I saw that, he specified a read through with a community representative group. Publishers couldn’t be arsed, clearly. It’s like Jamie was trying to do some “due diligence” almost like he didn’t want it to be Jollof rice all over again….According to the news reports I've read, he asked for a sensitivity reader and that didn't happen, and his publisher are taking the blame for that.
They were I think they were actually the same as Theresa May’s and she wears £££££ might be in the wiki listI am about 80% confident those shoes Jack’s wearing are Westwood.
I actually contacted Oxfam about this, pointing out that she had done nothing for then in a decade, and they were useless.
I bet she now wishes she'd said yes to Strictly all those times they asked her (joking of course Jack, we know they never asked you). Although I would love to see her on there. You know she would be all "completed it, mate" to whichever poor pro she was paired with, she did study over 18 months of ballet with Madame Linda who had a studio above a charity shop on Southend high street.
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Well, well, well.
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ten years later, her agent continues to claim that she is an 'Oxfam Ambassador' and uses that to drum up work on her behalf.
She proceeds to number her responses; but doesn’t answer the question until number four. This whole article could have been one sentence!It’s…..Claudia Roden’s phone. View attachment 3264908 q
She’s known Leggy since she was very young. View attachment 3264910 qHow We Met: Claudia Roden & Allegra McEvedy - 'Her Middle Eastern book
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Which explains guest OWNING the letter writer to the Southend Echo with:
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(Very, very, very very partial) Non-answer to question 1, above:View attachment 3264921 q
This lengthy piece of utter bilge sums her up more than any other for me. Pomposity, stupidity, grandiosity, idiocy, just pure, pure unadulterated guest from start to finish. (If anyone hasn’t read it or wants to re-read and can’t open the link let me know and will ss it for you.)
Dear Mr Farrington, The Mail believes oral sex and Pringles give you cancer. Maybe you shouldn't believe what they write about me either.
Dear Editor, It appears that your correspondent P. Farrington in Tuesdays Letters page has fallen foul of the first rule of Common Sense and Decency that is, do not believe a word that...web.archive.org
I totally agree!!To be fair, I think guest and Russell Brand were the perfect fit. So much in common:
tit trousers
Think they are some kind of genius but are actually as thick as a whale omelette
Hair that looks like something will come crawling out at any second
Should be behind bars pronto
Smell of arses
Dog gums.