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Okay… not here then…
The flat search continues.
One of the more abortive visits (given that Kate, our lovely letting agent, had been given the wrong keys to the property and we couldn’t get in anyway) was to an interesting road which made Chris and I feel ever so slightly uncomfortable.
There’s nothing quite so guaranteed to put you off a property than a shrine over the road to a fatal shooting is there?
Wreaths and candles and cards, oh my…
Posted on May 23, 2007 | Filed Under My So-Called Life, The World we Live In
Comments
Response left by MrDash on May 23rd, 2007
That’s just around the corner from where I ducked real live bullets….Brixton’s really going down hill these days, which is clearly saying something!
Response left by Stina on May 24th, 2007
I’m never too worried about the location of the yellow signs. It’s the time of the incident that I always pay attention to.
Response left by Simon on May 24th, 2007
Got something to say?
There are so many things wrong with two single, gay, white men moving to Brixton that I can’t be bothered to type them all out…
Clearly the time off work didn’t work and you need more assistance in returning to a normal(?) state of mind.