Julie Myerson is...

[Pie 1]

Newsnight's up.




From the comments:

"why give this mad cunt all this publicity? "

 

[Dirty Martini]

Newsnight's up.

Which in a weird way reminded me of .

Myerson bears more than a striking resemblance to the jam woman.

 

[Jessiedog]

Someone on CiF said she was: "like Heather Mills with a thesaurus."


I sniggered.





Woof

 

[Cloo]

I've only read 'reaction' articles to this story, rather than the originals, but as far as I can tell, plenty of parents would read the account and say 'Hmmm, no worse than my one, and he grew out of it'

I also agreed with one response which said 'Imagine if your mum had gone and published an account of your behaviour during your most obnoxious teenage phase - how horribly embarrassing and unfair'

 

[Pie 1]

I also agreed with one response which said 'Imagine if your mum had gone and published an account of your behaviour during your most obnoxious teenage phase - how horribly embarrassing and unfair'

Quite.
& Myerson went further. She included the poor cunt's poetry.

 

[Cloo]

& Myerson went further. She included the poor cunt's poetry.

Dear God, she should be done for child cruelty!

Talk about embarrassing mothers...

 

[Jessiedog]

Poor Julie.


She couldn't cope with her teenager, but it was because TheKillerDemonSkunkWeed had made him mental.

By golly, I wonder where he learned to take drugs?

Well, work, stress and the burden of dealing with three ungrateful teenagers usually drives me to hit the bottle by 7pm, in an attempt to wind down. I dont get drunk but I certainly hit my pillow with a little too much wine inside me and a nagging sense that I might feel better if I werent so hooked on my low-level uppers and downers.

Woof

 

[William of Walworth]

The Myersons are a couple of staggeringly SILLY, self-righteous, hysterical, alarm-mongering attention whores, who are indeed pimping out their family problems for £££. It doesn't surprise me at all about Living With Teenagers, as so many of the same problems (laughable spinelessness in the face of adolescent misbehaviour, cringeingly middle-class capitulation to kids' actions and all-around self-absorption) are repeated in this saga.

Living with real addicts can be hell and I have nothing but admiration for parents who manage to cope with it. Young Myerson Jr, on the other hand, smoked the odd bifta, didn't wash as often or get up as early as his parents would have liked, and failed some exams*. The Horror! Doesn't he realise he's got his parents' expectations to live up to?

*and no, smacking your mum is NEVER acceptable - except when she's coming at you flailing or brandishing a weapon - and they were justified in kicking him out after that (but NOT in writing a book about it.) But yes - all the clues are that the kid learnt this pattern of hysterical overreaction from, um, his parents.

I'm so angry with them - not just for what they've done to their son, who sounds like a wasteman, but for re-igniting every stupid sodding Skunk Psychosis Lost Teen Kids Generation scare story of the last decade or so. The result of their actions is that the few young lads who really are going very seriously off the rails down to weed (or any other drug) are going to get even worse advice/action than they would have done before...

Fucking brilliant post!

Bit in bold is especially sound IMO.

Loathesome people.

 

[William of Walworth]

she'll just blame everyone else in the same way she blames 'the weed', as opposed to her appallingly bad parenting, for her son's troubles.

It seems to me to be the perfect example of pushy parents who live vicariously through their children, they seem most upset by the fact that their little star child hasn't followed the life path they decided he should. The weed just seems to be an easy scapegoat for their dysfunctional family life.

Spot on, both.

 

[William of Walworth]

"South London"

She does indeed. Walworth iirc. Despite her setting LWT in Muswell Hill/Hampstead

Oi, she's never lived in SE17, if you don't mind!

Walworth?
I find that hard to credit. There's hardly any bits of Walworth "posh" enough for the Myersons. Clapham, surely?

Yes. Funny how keen the Myersons are to claim they live in the more credible-sounding 'south London', rather than the more accurate and predictable "Clapham."

That's more like it ....

 

[William of Walworth]

she moved from Clapham to Walworth, apparently

<sceptical>

Yeah they moved to the the Old Rectory on Liverpool Grove near St Peters Church, SE17 two-three years ago

Ah, OK. That doesn't surprise me, now you point that out. Nest of VERY well off people, that side of that street.
Complete island of posho though, there. Wonder how she feels being surrounded on all sides by council and Church of England housing?

 

[William of Walworth]

*and no, smacking your mum is NEVER acceptable - except when she's coming at you flailing or brandishing a weapon - and they were justified in kicking him out after that (but NOT in writing a book about it.) But yes - all the clues are that the kid learnt this pattern of hysterical overreaction from, um, his parents.

I saw his response to that in the press this morning. He claims that he had the keys to the garden, she didn't want him to sit outside, and slapped him nine times in the face. It was at the ninth slap that he lost it and lashed out. He did admit that it was the most shameful episode of his life, and he shouldn't have done it at all, but it's certainly not the unprovoked skunk-crazed attack she makes out.

Interesting that Pere Myerson also admits that he goaded Jake into a fist fight and threw the first punch in that Guardian article from a couple of days ago. If you read LWT they basically allowed the sons to carry out a great deal of violence (verbal and physical) against the sister.

There's something deeply deeply fucked about those two. That entire household seems to teeter on the edge of hysteria.

That's pretty illuminating!

Shite family, the lot of them, parents especially.

 

[trashpony]

<sceptical>



Ah, OK. That doesn't surprise me, now you point that out. Nest of VERY well off people, that side of that street.
Complete island of posho though, there. Wonder how she feels being surrounded on all sides by council and Church of England housing?

It's still Walworth though

 

[William of Walworth]

It's still Walworth though

Where I lived was Walworthier ...

(just round the corner than those interlopers, too )

(Sorry, I doubted your original suggestion hat they were there, because I'd heard Clapham too, but I was put right ... )

 

[Jessiedog]

Where I lived was Walworthier ...

William the Walworthiest.




Woof

 

[kyser_soze]

WoW goes all prolier than thou

 

[Jessiedog]

I thought this was eloquent (from CiF).

This debate has been very interesting and surprisingly long but perhaps we need to draw up a list of the lessons we have learned and teach those lessons so this situation isn't repeated in future. Perhaps the first lesson is this: lifestyle journalism screws you up.

At first it might seem like harmless fun: someone asks you to write an article about yourself or your family, you write it and your income gets higher. You think you can handle it. However, then they offer you a column and if you accept the offer then you're hooked and you're on the slippery slope to stealing things your children say, prostituting yourself and acting as your partner's pimp. After a while you may find that your income isn't getting as high as it was or you need a bigger buzz and that's when you get introduced to people higher up in the lifestyle journalism business (such as the shadowy figures known as editors) who offer you harder stuff such as books, TV programmes or a newer form of television which is more dangerous than ordinary TV: reality television. Once you're on the hard stuff you may get to meet people who ask you questions that you can't answer or say that they hate you.

The reason why you may be unable to answer questions or people may hate you is that your use of lifestyle journalism has led you to contract a disease called Completely and Utterly Nauseating Tosspot Syndrome. This disease can be transmitted socially, perhaps by working with someone who has the disease or from one generation of a family to another. People are trying to develop a cure but as yet they have not been successful so the best thing to do is to minimise your risk of catching the disease in the first place. Measures you can take include avoiding contact with people in high-risk groups (such as lifestyle journalists) but if you do come into contact with an infected person you should wear protection such as ear defenders or practice safe social interaction with them by telling them to shut the fuck up.

No-one knows exactly how many people have Completely and Utterly Nauseating Tosspot Syndrome but the most important thing now is to stop it spreading further still. So if anyone offers you any lifestyle journalism, just say no.

Heh!




Woof

 

[William of Walworth]

WoW goes all prolier than thou

12th floor mate, 12th floor. Cahncil!!

 

[Jessiedog]

Julie Myerson: "I remember the day my fears about Jake and Skunk were confirmed".

He was such an innocent boy; bright, inquisitive, happy. We've all been through puberty, but this was different; he was actually arrogant!

When I first smelled it I knew immediately that it was Skunk, but Jake denied it time and time again. He would come home reeking of it; his clothes, his hair, his pores, his very soul.

I wept for months, and drank more than I should have - the prescription medicines just weren't working any more, despite the doses. What would it take to get him to admit he had a problem?

If only I could confront him, I thought, with the evidence of his addiction to this foul-smelling perversion. A photograph of him, perhaps, that I could show him; incontravertible proof that he held Skunk in a tight embrace and was deaf to all reasoned arguments to release it.

I'll never forget that Sunday morning. He was up early as usual and away around the garden. He came home stinking again and I just *knew* that it was Skunk.

I confronted him once more, telling him that the smell was obvious and he needn't continue his futile denials.

"Alright, mum", he said. "I'll show you."

He slunk off the driveway into the bushes and rustled around for a moment.

In that moment, my heart froze and life was never the same. I knew I had to be cruel to be kind. He had to go.

I grabbed the camera from the hallway and snapped this shot as the boy came back down the driveway towards the front door.

It still sends a shiver down my spine when I see this photograph. He was so young, so handsome, so brilliant.

Such potential, all wasted.

Surely, every good parent would dread the day their child comes home looking like this....................?

Such a shame, poor boy.






Woof

 

[Ground Elder]

Works better on this thread jessie

 

[Divisive Cotton]

i don't get it

 

[Jessiedog]

Works better on this thread jessie

Woof

 

[oryx]

Excellent!

 

[Diamond]

http://www.thedailymash.co.uk/news/...s-and-pretended-to-be-a-girl%92-200903091629/

 

[kyser_soze]

Julie Myerson is...

Now last weeks news

 

[Diamond]

*bump*

I was in WHSmith's the other day browsing for books.

Out of morbid curiosity I was drawn to the Tragic Life Stories section - you know, A Boy Called It and stuff like that.

And lo and behold Julie Myerson's "The Lost Child" was nestled amongst the abuse porn, standing out clearly against all the other cream covers (why do all those books have cream covers anyway?) with a tasteful cover of a kid walking on a lawn.

How I laughed.