Rachel Skinner: A Human Fire Alarm That Won’t Stop Screeching
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Who — Rachel Skinner
Social — @HolyCowCustom
In Summary — Rachel Skinner has recently become known online again after rising up from selling her tumblers to customers, some turning up smashed, some have even gone mouldy. Her customer service is poor as well as her attitude and hygiene. If only she responded to complaints as quick as her uber drivers a the door!
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A Con In Motion
Introduction / Overview
Let’s talk about Rachel Skinner — the woman who could start an argument in an empty room and somehow still be wrong in the end. If chaos had a face, it’d be hers. If lies had legs, they’d be sprinting marathons around her flat. And if worms had a favourite landlord, oh yes, it’s Rachel.
Buckle the fuck up — because this write-up is longer than her list of imaginary illnesses
Personality & Behaviour
Rachel operates permanently on “gob first, brain never.” If you disagree with her? Congratulations — you’re now a “hater,” “troll,” “pedo,” or “jealous.”
There is no in-between. She’s either the victim of some dramatic ordeal or the hero of a story no one asked her to tell.
She collects drama like other people collect fridge magnets. Lying is just her cardio
The Piece De resistance, She’s got her dead hamster in the cupboard
Allegations & Behaviour
Rachel has a rap sheet of behaviour that would make even the nosiest neighbour step back and say,
“Jesus Christ, love. Seek help.”
She was also known for talking to minors……Yeah. The big one. No jokes. No spin. Just grim. She’s crossed boundaries no grown adult should ever be near. She has conversations no normal person would even accidentally get close to. Absolutely fucking vile.
Rachel even dabbled her hand in a bit of racism, Because of course she has. Rachel couldn’t just be creepy — she had to sprinkle in a bit of racism too, like she’s seasoning a roast chicken. Except instead of flavour, it’s just pure embarrassment
Her favourite hobby?
Crying online that her family “never cared for her.”
The truth?
She’s been lying about them for years — telling absolute blockbuster-level stories just to get attention.
It’s not trauma, babe. It’s PR.
The Cat Opera Saga
Rachel’s cats deserve a documentary. Not a cute one — a Channel 5 emergency rescue special.
Worm infested pets, Instead of deworming her cats, she basically turned them into a parasite theme park. People sent her money specifically to sort them out — she didn’t. The worms practically have residency rights at this point.
Spaghetti bolognaise cats, She adopted two new kittens — despite the current ones being malnourished glowsticks — and fed them…
Spag bol
As if cats are just tiny, hairy Italians
The hoover also named Gary Glitter, Yes.
Her vacuum cleaner is named after that Gary Glitter.
There are bad jokes… then there is that level of tone-deaf stupidity.
Honestly, someone needs to call the RSPCA, the NSPCC, and possibly even the Ghostbusters.
Partner, Control and Chaos
Rachel treats relationships like a speed run for the quickest way to get blocked.
ON AGAIN, OFF AGAIN DRAMAS
Her relationship timeline looks like someone’s heart monitor during a panic attack — breakups, makeups, accusations, crying, screaming… rinse and repeat
THE TERRY ERA (THE HORROR STORY)
Her ex Terry basically lived under the Rachel Regime:
Installed security cameras in Terry’s house
Linked them to Rachel’s phone
Watched them like CCTV at a dodgy nightclub
Rang up to shout abuse if the kids weren’t in bed by “Rachel o’clock”
Those kids weren’t even hers.
Yet she insisted on being called step mum
THE KIDS CALLING HER BIG MAN
The younger kids she liked.
The older ones? They called her Big Man because they couldn’t stomach pretending she was anything motherly.
Imagine being so disliked a literal child gives you a street-gang nickname.
Career, Work Lies And Playing Sick
Rachel once claimed:
“I manage a coffee shop. I decide what goes on the menu.”
Reality?
She was a volunteer.
Still claiming benefits.
Living her full Starbucks Girlboss fantasy while the DWP looked at her like:
“Absolutely not.”
Then she had a meltdown worse than Ian Beale’s “I’ve got nothing left!” moment when her money stopped
Rachel’s had more imaginary illnesses than a medical textbook.
Diabetes, seizures, shakes, comas, collapses… she’s collected fake symptoms like Pokémon.
But when the doctors say:
“Right, finger prick test and a wee sample,”
suddenly she’s too scared.
Too scared for a finger prick… but not too scared to tell the internet she nearly died yesterday.
Sure, babes. Sure.
Family Drama
Rachel talks about her mum like she’s Voldemort on crack.
THE STORIES SHE TOLD:
“My mum stabbed me.”
“My mum drowned me.”
“My mum chopped my nose off.”
Her nose, by the way?
Perfectly normal.
Still attached.
Still breathing in drama.
Her family finally snapped and exposed her lies.
Rachel’s response?
Full denial mode — until caught.
Then suddenly she remembers everything.
She wasn’t abandoned.
She blew the family up herself, then cried that they ran.
Money, Scams and Rachels Cups
Nothing says ‘businesswoman’ like cups stored next to litter trays.
Debt & Begging
She’s been in debt for utilities.
Begged online for money.
Claimed homelessness while mocking actual homeless people.
Classy stuff.
“Rachel’s Custom Cups”
Her business name changes more often than her relationship status.
People order cups — what they get instead is:
Glitter that doesn’t move
Designs that crack
Cups that arrive smashed
And everything smelling faintly of “litter tray chic”
Oh — and she reads customer emails out loud on live streams.
Confidentiality?
Never met her.
The Never Ending Lies
Here’s just a insight:
Said Lucy (partner) lost her kids because she was in a psych ward.
Pretended she had childcare qualifications.
Reported @FactFreak with a fictional solicitor.
Claimed a Ukrainian girl needed to hear her sing Grenade because it “relates to her trauma.”
If delusion was a job, she’d be middle management.
Final Thoughts
Rachel Skinner doesn’t just lie — she announces her lies with pride.
She even said once:
“Even if I’m not being truthful, what are you going to do about it?”
That’s her entire personality in one sentence.
She’s the queen of:
Wormy cats
Dodgy glitter cups
Creepy messages
Fake illnesses
Fake jobs
Fake sob stories
Real chaos
Pinocchio would look at her and say,
“Calm down, babe. Pace yourself.”
So Rachel, sweetheart — after tonight’s little write-up…
I hope somewhere deep in your brain you’re thinking:
“Maybe I should’ve just given him the cup.”
Because honestly?
It would've saved you a whole lot of embarrassment
