Wednesday, January 18, 2006

I just want a nice flat

Without wanting to turn this blog into a diary of how I can’t seem to find a nice flat to move to I am going to rant about the two places I saw yesterday which were, well, the worst yet by a wide margin.

First I saw round a very spacious crumbling relic of the 1970s. The carpets were encrusted with ming, the kitchen looked like the set from a horror movie in a mental institution, the living room had damp crawling up the walls and the bedrooms looked like prison cells. And it was located above a bunch of take-aways and car repair garage, accessed from some dubious back alley probably best suited for junkies to sleep in and use as their toilet.

The second place was marginally better insofar as it was only a throwback to the 1980s but also felt like an asian sub-continent squat complete with curry house music and a bizarre aroma of incense. The kitchen was also so small that if you wanted to make a cup of tea and a slice of toast at the same time you would probably run out of space.

At both places the agent was very keen to point out that they really would get a thorough cleaning and 'a decent airing to get rid of strange smells' before I moved in. I think they needed a bit more than that though.

This is the 21st century, why are folks trying to peddle me slums?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ok those flats really arent sounding too good at all mate, but think at some point you are gonna have to compromise somewhere, be it price, location or quality of accommodation, you cant have it all!! And its not like you will be living there indefinately, might only be for 6 months at which point you can find something better