Originally Posted by LucreziaBorgia

You don't think that ship might have sailed when she nicknamed the poor accursed little troglodyte "Grenade"?

Er, I think we ve established that some time ago..............

AMM, is your sprog; 'Grenade' a bit Downsy? Bet he has the strength of a grown-up.

I can see he's starting to show his mothers traits of attention seeking.....

She seems to scrub up well, and we know the other half is away. Could this be the cyber equivalent of leaving an OMO soap box on the front window ledge in the married quarters?

Originally Posted by Chef

She seems to scrub up well, and we know the other half is away. Could this be the cyber equivalent of leaving an OMO soap box on the front window ledge in the married quarters?

'Scrub up well'? Only in a 'Loggie dyke fem-dom' type of way. She's got a face like a welders glove. Her hubby is only a crab isn't he?

Originally Posted by The-Lord-Flasheart

AMM, is your sprog; 'Grenade' a bit Downsy? Bet he has the strength of a grown-up.

I can see he's starting to show his mothers traits of attention seeking.....

I think Amm's real name is Jordan and the grenade is the dribbling gangster love child harvey.

Have just spotted this thread and this bitch makes my blood boil. For the first 27 years of my marriage I was separated from my husband for six months at a time year on year as he was at sea, serving our country. Yet I managed to raise 4 beautiful daughters and run the family business. Yes, all our daughters were procreated by the two of us, we were both there at the time - remember those days very vividly, lots of screaming, shouting, clawing and biting by both parties. He has never stuck his dick in anything with a face except me!!

If that bitch cannot bear to be parted from her man she should never have married him - she knew what she was getting herself into when she married a military man. She should STFU.

"I am a writer who can write about anything. I am looking for commissions that enable me to write and be paid at the same time."

Yes love, thats called "employment" or "Free-lancing", an age-old tradition whereby both have the benefit of being renumerated on provision of a service.

Its called "Work" you dumb bitch!

Not wanting to say anything bad or vile about people serving in Afghan (especially when I don't know them), I will refrain from being negative for once. Actually, I'm sure the poor man takes any chance he can to get away from the garbage spewing harridan.

She is a writer who can write about anything, so long as it's her.

After a few years of working a shite job due to personal issues, I am now in a position (in a new job) to employ someone with PR skills.....it won't be that sanctimonious bitch though.

I am loving the ignore button so I don't have to suffer her posts!

It's the desperate social mountaineering that makes me... well laugh to be honest. The stubborn cat hair in my carpet annoys me more than AMMM.

"I have an Aga, don't you know and therefore simply must be Uppah Middle Clars."

I'm afraid it simply doesn't work that way. Discussing one's class standing only demonstrates a lack of it.

You can cook on whatever you wish, keep whatever breed of dog you like, wear as much waxed cotton and drive as many Range Rovers as you like - it makes absolutely no difference. A stellar woman I have been lucky enough to meet once or twice has more titles than Dickens: She keeps a rescue Greyhound and a Hienz 57 concoction most closely resembling a rag-mop that she found on a visit to Cyprus, drives a Fiat Panda and cooks on a Zanussi with three functioning rings. And she calls Dubai "A dusty stomping ground for people with more money than taste."

You're a parvenu, at best, Claire.