I am hunting for somewhere to live. First sign of danger: prices are universally quoted per WEEK, not per month. Presumably so they don't frighten people off with four digits. And that's flat prices, not people's hands.
viewing burst #1
Three flats via cruel giant agency Foxtons. Two are identical flats in a super-modern block called Haggerston Studios, between Islington and Hackney. Lovely, but unfurnished and BIG. Like embarrassingly big and empty. I'm not sure I'm ready to spend 00s/000s on furniture again. It also means using council trains ("buses") so I hold off for now.
viewing burst #2
The streets of Westminster are clean, quiet and populated exclusively by doddering packs of aging women, yowling in cut-glass accents. Group Dispersal Schemes are in operation to dispel hoodies. St James' Park tube station is polished and pristine. The residential blocks are lovely to look at, but inside are cramped and fit only for dying geriatrics.
and relax
Crowne Plaza wants to be a nice hotel but isn't. Free bottles of water is a good start, but disturbingly the super-inviting tray of crisps and chocolate is equipped with pressure sensors that automatically charge your balls off just for picking up the merchandise. Like Indiana Jones and his wee bag of fucking sand. After stupidly picking up some kettle chips (£2.75, extortion fans), the prospect of reversing my decision was too undignified to attempt (you have to take the item down to reception to prove you haven't consumed it). And there was no DVD player. And the LAN cable didn't work. Useless thieving gypsies.
28-Nov-06 at 11:06 pm | Permalink
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05-Dec-06 at 2:35 pm | Permalink
Crowne Plaza – Shyte. Uniformly.