Liz Jones is Credit Crunched in the end.....

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JanCee wrote: »

You clearly have never followed her columns

I don't buy any papers at all... I'd never heard of her until here.

JanCee wrote: »

She is so broke that today she mentions a hairdresser she used for a straightening treatment - a snip at £200.

More of a castration than a snip at that price!!
£200 is more than I spend on mine in a year. In fact, £200 would do me for two years .... and if I was looking for somewhere cheaper I bet I could make it stretch 5 years!

lostinrates

This has been bugging me all day.

In the last year DH and I really loosened the purse strings. Its been fab, but tbh now we have in the main reined in again its also ok. The reason it annoys me is because there have been times when I haven't had to spend, mainly when I u8sed to push everything into my business, but the thing is even THAT was my choice, and enabled me to work for myself (priceless).

the failure to appreciate the worth of money means you also fail to appreciate what money can buy.

a gorgeous hotel room, is only delicious when you appreciate the treat of it, not when you see it as a right. The travelodge...well, thats not poor persons, that's the way most people traveling budget for hotels or motels. (I stayed in one rurally that was bloddy grotty but stayed in a central London once that was just fine, basic but fine). I had a hair do recently that cost a fair bit, and I am so appreciative that I have that choice, but to CHOOSE an expensive hair d with mortgage arrears...its just utterly selfish and weird.

when your life is such that you pick out all the bad in everything, its not really worth living, and yet...as cliched as it is there is always something to be grateful for, something to take some small joy from.

JanCee

lostinrates wrote: »

the failure to appreciate the worth of money means you also fail to appreciate what money can buy.

a gorgeous hotel room, is only delicious when you appreciate the treat of it, not when you see it as a right.

when your life is such that you pick out all the bad in everything, its not really worth living, and yet...as cliched as it is there is always something to be grateful for, something to take some small joy from.

Well said lostinrates.

fc123

I may be wrong but I have a funny, sneaky feeling that she has been building up for a book deal and is currently pitching it.

The whole ''I am in debt'' and The Big Confession recently (which got a lot of comments ) were all leading up to it but I think it's backfired on her.

Her potential book customers may have already found this site, read ML's Thrifty ways and bought India Knights book.

I think her LBM came a year too late as India Knight got there first and her book has done really well.

"I think people are realising that the mindless consumption we've all merrily been engaging with for the last two decades has kind of had its day.
"There's also an overlap with green issues. I've certainly started to mind about being wasteful.
"Whether it's in terms of the amount of rubbish my family are producing every week or opening up a cupboard and thinking, 'Oh, there are six handbags in there already, I don't really need another one!'"
A single mother of three, India readily admits to being naturally extravagant and irresponsible with money.

In 2007, even though she had two books in the Top 10 best-seller charts, she was served with bankruptcy papers.
"It wasn't the first time, alas," she sighs.

"I've been so financially disastrous that once I went to my bailiff's child's christening!
"I thought, I'm 42, enough is enough. I don't want to be in this world of debt anymore."
Most women are usually in control of various aspects of their lives, but their financial state can often be precarious.
"Certainly, it was for me," India admits.

Which leaves her with the fashion writing...and she is not popular amongst many producers or fellow writers. (check out the comments).She is also up against bright new sparks like Susie Bubble who writes and presents her views in a totally new way.
I would dare to say she is a bit bit out of touch.

So we have the confessions of mega debt and possible financial meltdown (repo?) but there is an invisible blanket over her that will bail her out; ''The book of debt and self worth and how to find it on a budget''....or whatever. I just don'tfeel it's going to pan out like that though...

poppy10_2

More solipsistic trolling from Liz Jones this weekend:

Liz Jones: In which I hit rock bottom

I am, literally, being driven insane. I can’t believe this has happened to me. I now have no money to buy petrol, so I can’t go anywhere.

... Dream is still on anti-cellulite medication, and needs a visit from a vet at least once a week, a visit from an equine podiatrist every two weeks ... The chicken with the strange lump and feather loss has been diagnosed with cancer and requires home visits from Tara the vet; I won’t take the chicken to the surgery because she becomes too stressed.

I wish I could tell you why I have no money, but I can’t. All I can say is that I tried to help someone. I will never, ever help anyone again. What I should have understood is that people are greedy and jealous. I realise now that all my relationships have been built on the shaky ground of me giving the other person gifts, an income, holidays, and on and on and on, and them taking everything willy-nilly.

Anyway, I now have nothing. Debt collectors call me 40, 50 times a day. The stress is unbelievable. I actually told Paula at NatWest that if she doesn’t stop calling me – she wouldn’t allow me to withdraw £20 over Easter so that I could eat – I would kill myself. I cannot see any way out.

For the first time in my life, I can honestly say that not only can I not afford something, I cannot cope. I wrote a couple of weeks ago at the end of this column that I didn’t care if I woke up in the morning. In fact, I would be quite glad, relieved. I would be able to rest, finally. I am sick of the stress. The nasty northern man from American Express would finally not be able to get hold of me.

But do you know what? Not one single person – friend, relative, agent – rang me up to see how I was on the day that column was published. Only Kerry, whom I first met when I was editor of Marie Claire and she was my PA, took it upon herself to e-mail a couple of people close to me to tell them off. Goodness: you know you are truly alone in the world when you say you don’t want to wake up and no one bothers to even send you a bloody text.

I am fed up. Even my ex-husband has not been in touch. Perhaps he is angry that I have written about him, perhaps he has got married and has so many children he doesn’t have time to e-mail me. I don’t blame him. I blame me, for everything. No one cares about me.

fc123

I read this yesterday too....I think there is a time lag of about 6 weeks from writing to publication?
Under the article was a promo for her book ''The Exmoor Diaries'' @ £6.99...guessing this is the paperback as the HB came out last year I think.

I am thinking that the farm will go up for sale and she will either downsize to another in a cheaper area or just go back to London.

lostinrates

fc123 wrote: »

I read this yesterday too....I think there is a time lag of about 6 weeks from writing to publication?
Under the article was a promo for her book ''The Exmoor Diaries'' @ £6.99...guessing this is the paperback as the HB came out last year I think.

I am thinking that the farm will go up for sale and she will either downsize to another in a cheaper area or just go back to London.

I feel a bit sorry for her now.

I do think its odd she expects people she knows to read her column, I don't read a column of a family member all the time...should I?

I don't get the helping someone hing. In the talk following it about relationships/friendships it seems, she was helping herself as much as whoever the person ''to blame'' is.

Equine podiatrists, btw, are not a horrifically expensive option. Cheaper than a remedial blacksmith. I use an equine podiatrist because mine is better than any of the other local options and I keep mine barefooted (E.Ps can't do shoes).

still, ifeel a bit mean. I'd offer her a cheap livery option if she moves back to London, but....I'd be a little worried in case she couldn't meet the bills...:o

lemonjelly

I wish I could tell you why I have no money, but I can’t. All I can say is that I tried to help someone. I will never, ever help anyone again. What I should have understood is that people are greedy and jealous. I realise now that all my relationships have been built on the shaky ground of me giving the other person gifts, an income, holidays, and on and on and on, and them taking everything willy-nilly.

The above sounds at best quite delusional, as well as a refusal to accept responsibility for her actions. "It's all someone else's fault".

Anyway, I now have nothing. Debt collectors call me 40, 50 times a day. The stress is unbelievable. I actually told Paula at NatWest that if she doesn’t stop calling me – she wouldn’t allow me to withdraw £20 over Easter so that I could eat – I would kill myself. I cannot see any way out.

No. You refuse to accept the proper resolution...

For the first time in my life, I can honestly say that not only can I not afford something, I cannot cope. I wrote a couple of weeks ago at the end of this column that I didn’t care if I woke up in the morning. In fact, I would be quite glad, relieved. I would be able to rest, finally. I am sick of the stress. The nasty northern man from American Express would finally not be able to get hold of me.

Oh please. Even teenagers with all their angst don't whine & whinge and behave in such a drama queeny way with such OOT statements.

But do you know what? Not one single person – friend, relative, agent – rang me up to see how I was on the day that column was published. Only Kerry, whom I first met when I was editor of Marie Claire and she was my PA, took it upon herself to e-mail a couple of people close to me to tell them off. Goodness: you know you are truly alone in the world when you say you don’t want to wake up and no one bothers to even send you a bloody text.

Me me me me me me me me....

I am fed up. Even my ex-husband has not been in touch. Perhaps he is angry that I have written about him, perhaps he has got married and has so many children he doesn’t have time to e-mail me. I don’t blame him. I blame me, for everything. No one cares about me.

Is there any suprise reading the above?

lostinrates wrote: »

I feel a bit sorry for her now.

I don't.:o

Lotus-eater

I wish I could tell you why I have no money, but I can’t.

I am fed up. Even my ex-husband has not been in touch. Perhaps he is angry that I have written about him,

:doh:

Doh!........... I'm certain my 6 year old has more common sense than this train wreck.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

tomterm8

lostinrates wrote: »

I feel a bit sorry for her now.

I do think its odd she expects people she knows to read her column, I don't read a column of a family member all the time...should I?

I don't get the helping someone hing. In the talk following it about relationships/friendships it seems, she was helping herself as much as whoever the person ''to blame'' is.

Equine podiatrists, btw, are not a horrifically expensive option. Cheaper than a remedial blacksmith. I use an equine podiatrist because mine is better than any of the other local options and I keep mine barefooted (E.Ps can't do shoes).

still, ifeel a bit mean. I'd offer her a cheap livery option if she moves back to London, but....I'd be a little worried in case she couldn't meet the bills...:o

I don't feel that sorry for her. Her solution is obvious. Sell the house. Shoot the chicken with cancer, and eat it. Sell the animals or Give them away to the RSPCA. Repay her creditors. Stop whining.

She has an income in excess of £150,000; if you can't make it on that, it's your fault and no one elses.