Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Great cultural minds...

Well I noticed that some famous faces agree with me about the misappropriation of Johny Cash! (ref. my last whinge but 3, made a lifetime ago)

Today I hate...

... searching for a flatshare in Edinbore... sheesh who are these people?? Why do they all want to live here, and why are they either English and called Tarquin or raving Scottish nationists with Saltires bedecked over every item of furniture?? How come I am always asked which country I come from, isn't it obvious or should I too engage in displays of fervent nationalism (dressing as a Beefeater, Morris Dancer or one of the baddies from Braveheart, maybe), to allay any doubt??

Man, they show you to the broom cupboard, explain that this is the room on offer, just as advertised. Just as you are trying to calculate whether there is physically space for all of your belongings when another potential suitor arrives. On the way out you add your name and phone number to the list (already 15 strong) with the promise that they'll make their decision in a day or two, once the interview panel has convened. Well if they offered me the flat I'd turn them down, just to find out and surprised and taken aback they are that maybe their poxy broom cupboard isn't so desirable after all. I'd have to make sure the 15 other people did the same, though, for full effect.