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Fuck you

…and fuck you too!

I’ve really had a gut-full today, I really don’t need this sort of shit, and on top of everything that’s happened on this cunt of a day, I could certainly do without people be thoroughly disingenuous: I don’t need or want to know what your opinion is of me, first or second hand, because frankly you don’t know me, all you’ve seen are snippits, edited high and low lights, hardly what you might call representative of a person as a whole; so next time… before you aurally vomit over us, please sit back and as a very good friend of mine used to say ‘just… shut the fuck up’.

Deposit, Sorted!

The great news is: the deposit for the house is sat in the bank, for the first time ever I’ll have my own house without ex’s, lodgers, family or extra flatmates: just me and dave. I cannot wait – I’m so excited!

Rain rain go away!

And then the heavens opened… and my god did it rain! It doesn’t seem to have stopped raining all day, and it’s turned every street, pavement, drain and kerb into lakes and torrents, which was just marvelous for me to go out house-hunting in. To say I got wet would be the understatement of the year, soaked through, to the skin is probably a fair comment. Let’s hope tomorrow is dryer!

So very tired!

I’m so tired – I’ve not had a single second when I’ve not had something to do with work on my mind all week, it’s been so unbelievably exciting, with so many new challenges this week, I’m really beginning to sink my teeth into the job properly, and I’m loving every minute of it. It’s really difficult to explain, but it’s like the people at work see new media from the exact same view point I do, and it sounds so sad, but it’s really exciting to be surrounded by people that are so totally absorbed in what they do, not that they’re absorbed in a bad way, but they’re absorbed non-the-less.

The flat hunt continues, now at a pace, hopefully should be all moved in come the end of january – I can’t wait, be back with Dave full time, which is going to be great, we’re both missing each other so much, even though we stay together a lot, and see each other nearly everyday, after almost 9 months of living together full time we’re not quite used to being apart, but it’ll all be sorted soon, so there’s no need to worry about it.

A face in an anonymous city

Today it tried to rain all day, but thankfully any rain that did come down I managed to miss… I’ve broken in my new shoes without breaking my feet, and I’ve come home with all the details of properties to let for me and Dave, and quite a few shirts and ties for work, but the upside of the shirts and ties is I did sweet talk the assistant into giving me a free pair of funky cufflinks, which I don’t think is bad value for money!

London’s normally such an anonymous city, you can be out all day without spotting a single soul you know, but today I’ve bumped into everyone: Gary, Jase, Tom, lil’ Rob, even Jonathan, and he doesn’t even live in London, he was someone I went to school with! Also *shock horror* me and Dave have got all (bar a few) of our Christmas cards done, posted, or waiting to be delivered by hand, which isn’t too bad I don’t think!

Did anyone see Johnny Vegas making a prick of himself at the British “comedy” awards, the funny thing about the comedy awards is that they’re so predictable Jonathan Ross will present, (ie use the same jokes as last year, mixed in with topical content stolen from ‘have i got news for you’) a “comedian” of dubious talent will make a prick of himself while drunk on live television, Jonathan Ross will grin inanely whilst “fuck” is thrown about like a hot potato on live TV, and you’ll tut disapprovingly at the “best new act” and wonder how you missed all the other people nominated for the award (the answer to this for those that haven’t guessed is that the competitors are always x list crap characters from sitcoms (read cheap sets and crap storylines) from late night channel 4 and 5) the only award you’ll agree with is the lifetime achievement award, (well you have to don’t you?) and then you’ll tut disapprovingly at the credits and “the premiership is next” being superimposed all over the acceptance speech of the only person at the awards you actually knew, had seen, or liked… so there we are 3 hours of inane misery summed up in one paragraph…

New Houses

*yay* blogger is finally working again, I do hope they’re going to offer some money back on the Blogger Pro license’s – either that or extend it by 20 days of not being able to published, well I’d love to actually give you a real update, but bugger all has happened… well almost nothing, but I don’t want to talk about that here.

Me and Dave are looking at houses together, this time in a nice bit of London, Kensington and Notting Hill to be precise – I’ve wanted to live in that part of London for years, but for one reason or another fate never actually put me there, even though I’ve twice looked at moving there and done the whole walking round properties for hours (which I don’t actually mind) I’ve never actually got round to moving there.