Does Anybody Know What’s Going On?

It would appear not, if this country’s news outlets are anything to go by. Sky News, in particular, in their desperate bid to fill airtime and webspace in the absence of actual facts will apparently happily run anything, no matter how unfounded or inconsistent (for example, their reports about the windows being blown out on the bus in Hackney were accompanied by… a photograph of the bus in Hackney with its windows intact). Most of…

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My Flat Hell

Still no real developments regarding our imminent eviction. I’ve written some letters, but no one seems to want to talk to me about it. I’ve been perusing the interwebs looking for information, but the best I’ve come up with are the various details out there on the agency I’ve been dealing with (and through whom our landlady purchased the property), The Spencer Michael Consultancy. For example, see here, here, and here). Do you think it’s…

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Perhaps Not…

—– Original Message —– From: *.**********@jamjobs.co.uk Sent: Wednesday, July 20, 2005 3:08 PM Subject: Technical Author * 4………… South Cumbria……… Hi, I currently have available vacancies for 4 Technical Authors to join a leading international organisation. These are permanent roles based in South Cumbria A leading international organisation are looking for 4 Technical Authors to review and evaluate existing Nuclear systems related procedures. The successful candidates will have Authoring experience, ideally in the nuclear industry.…

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Lunchtime

I went down the road for a haircut at lunchtime. As I was sitting in the chair in the middle of my cut an extremely stressed grey-haired woman in, I guess, her 50s, popped her head round the door and asked the bloke sitting nearest to it if she could borrow his phone. “Could you call that number?” she asked, in an awfully posh voice, pointing to something written in her address book. “I’ve left…

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Estate Agents

Still no progress getting in touch with the elusive landlady, but we’ve started the initial stage of flat hunting at least. So far that hasn’t amounted to much more than my idle work-avoidance interwebs browsing, and I’ve been casually wading through the barrage of identikit, exclamation heavy adverts stuffed with phrases like “Must be seen!” and “First to see will take!” I’ve noticed some unusual stuff, though. One property (sadly I neglected to bookmark the…

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(Re)Posession is 10/10s of the Law

“At least it will make a good blog”, said Sal, on Friday night shortly after I had accidentally opened the letter intended for the woman we have been paying rent to for the privilege of living in our tiny space in Camden, only to discover that she hasn’t been paying the mortgage. Actually, I’m not even sure that I can write a good blog about our discovery that our wonderful landlady is in arrears on…

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Yesterday. Today.

An eerie quiet and calm on the Northern Line this morning. At Camden Town I joined an almost empty Bank branch train that was sitting at the platform when I arrived at the station. There were, perhaps, three or four other people in my carriage, where normally there would be people standing in between the seats and I would be optimistically hoping to bag a seat at Euston. A few more people–predominantly men, for some…

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