#JenniferLawrenceHuisman dishes on her favorite local confection: "Oh my god. Bossche bol! I don't know if I'm saying that right. Before we had our son Michiel took me to Den Bosch and I swear I had a hundred and we took another hundred home."
7:59 AM - 17 Feb 18
Like maaaaybe I shouldn't have taken this photo, but there is always one! This is them at the bar just after ordering. Just friends, totally. So just friends.
FYI: it was him who was all over her. She seemed a little sheepish. How's that fact doing for you, fanblog?
Oh yeah so the other night I was at the Bernard Shaw and Minna Marks and Declan McAlarney came in and it was the craziest fucking thing. I stood by them at the bar and he got a Guinness because he is a national stereotype and she ordered a 12 euro Jameson and Ginger. They went out to the beer garden and I am not ashamed to say I followed them (I did it for the tumble). Guys, I know they're best friends, but best friends don't pash in darkened corners while giggling and touching each other all over. I was thisclose to shouting out Steve, but it's been four years, so like he remembers the role.
They were really chill and just kind of blended in? No one seemed to recognise them besides moi. They were really dressed down (except Minna was in some kind of faux fur coat) and she had no makeup on, which she has super good skin so if anyone knows her routine hit up my ask box. I was kind of unsure if I believed the hype after Minna's instagram fuckup, but after seeing them together, it was 100% Declan and they are 100% together. They didn't even try to hide it. But I mean, would you if you were either of them? They're really cute together. Seal of approval.
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Google Alerts picked up your night out with D.
I've already spent the morning here on the phone with Rachel about it. You're going to force an affair narrative, which is cancer for your career. Fuck, it isn't even fucking cancer. It is fucking ebola. Rachel is all in on the affair. Francis is livid, too. HuffPo gave me a heads up there is a piece about whether cucking is the kink of 2017. You know what your husband is like, like the affair - good press. Being a cuck - shit fucking press.
I really don't get your taste in men, like Declan? Really?
I would have thought we'd be back on James Avallone round 31. But I guess your chance of acquiring a STD from Declan are low, wherein I'd need some kind of fucking viral load readu for when you were done with James.
I need you to chill the fuck out, okay? Fuck him all you want, but do it behind the walls of your house, not in the beer garden of a popular pub? You're so lucky that girl only got a blurry snap of you two talking.
All is ready for New York. We've got you booked in to a hotel, but make sure you go to the house first. We've arranged for some paparazzi shots of you going home. Francis and you have lunch together on Monday after you file. It's in both your best interests to be amicable. There are some folks who'll post to instagram some sightings of you two going in together and leaving together. Smile like it's your first Academy Award. You will be fucking happy.
Now could you please just try and keep your cunt covered in public with him?
Yeah. Sorry. I didn't think anyone at TBS would notice us. The problem is no matter what we do, separate or together, there is going to be speculation about us. The filing isn't going to help. I expect you and Christine have a strategy you worked out with Francis' people?
Has anyone talked to Declan's? I mean, he is part of this...
But yeah, I know what you're saying. I get it. I'm sorry. I don't want Francis to be hurt/angry/whatever, that breaks my heart. I know he's keeping his thing with Jennifer under lock and key. I don't know he has managed it. She's the biggest star in the business. Good for him, though. She's a total slut, so he must be getting it all the time.
Yes, everything is carefully being managed. You have an interview with ES Magazine and are doing a me, myself, my selfie thing for Grazia. We want to reinforce you at home in Britain and play into the narrative that it was distance and his business in America, your home in London that contributed to the split, not anything else. Not anyone else.
I believe Francis has his own press blitz around A24 and producing, but none of my business anymore. Thank fucking god.
Vogue is on sale soon. You'll do the ES Magazine interview and shoot, get me a selfie for Grazia and we're going to launch the UN ambassadorship. It's going to be a busy few weeks for you.
Also I know you want to go to Atlanta for Halloween, but it's off the table, Min. No way. I know it's your weird thing with Declan (is this the tenth Halloween or ninth? I can't remember), but Kirk and I both agree: you two can facetime. You're not going to Atlanta, period.
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I wanted to write away from, well, away from the circus. Between lawyers and agents, and solicitors and managers, I’m exhausted. This started out as about us and it ought to end about us.
I know we haven’t spoke in some time… the last time was in July, wasn’t it? Just after the anniversary. I appreciated you returning my call. It was hard, you know, to do that day away from you. I always had these big plans, you know, on how to celebrate each year of our life. I also had a lot I wanted to do to your place in New York, but that’s neither here nor there, just an aside in case you do want my decorative notes.
So, yeah, that phone call. You weren’t cruel when I cried down at you about why this wasn’t working and that’s what I will remember, always. You were never cruel. You were sometimes hard work, but I always wanted to make that effort. ‘Sometimes people don’t work,’ you told me. But we still sat in silence until it was 12.01am in London and officially the day after the year was up. It was nice to have that last moment with you, the final few hours of us.
Steph said you know about Declan and that’s all right because I know about Jen. They get younger and blonder for us both, huh?
I’m gutted about this. I shouldn’t make jokes. But I’m happy, too, and I hope you are happy, as well. Because that’s all I ever wanted for you, for us — happiness. Remember when you asked me which Shakespeare character I felt I was? It’s always been Nursie, I said. I’m not beautiful enough for any of the heroines. You were so lovely to me, with all my insecurities, and I’m sorry they’ve contributed to this ending. But, as Nurse says, ‘seek happy days and happy nights’.
I’m all right with the offer on the table. £30m is more than fair, it’s overwhelmingly generous, but I also understand it’s partially hush money to keep me from reaching out to Lena. I’d have given you a NDA without the buy-out, but too late — all the paperwork is signed and sealed, like you’ve been asking for me to do since July. I did it. I’m ready. Oliver should have communicated to your lawyer when I’ll file in New York. No contest and it’s over in 60 days.
Mad, isn’t it? In just over two months, in time for the holidays, we’ll both be sort-of single. Single for tax purposes, at least. Mazel tov, Francis. You’d have made a great Jew.
Ally, she asked if it was serious — Declan and I. She said you wanted to know. I didn’t tell her, the nosy shite, but I’ll tell you here. Yes, I think so. Steph is just as excited about it as you can imagine. You’ll be pleased to know she thinks he is worse than you for BRAND MINNA MARKS. But then, maybe not? You never did like to be bettered, you competitive fuck. But, yes, I think it is serious. Rachel and Christine have been in touch about the whens and hows of anything official, and how it’d look for you. I know Rachel’s over the moon it looks like an affair, the sympathy for BRAND FRANCIS LYON is just fantastic.
It’s sad, I think, that we have to think of brands when this, what we had, was very real and still, to be honest, is real. For what it is worth, Francis, I still love you. I have loved you and I will love you. I hope, in time, we can be friends again. Thank you for making this as painless as possible.
Don’t be a stranger.
All my love always,