[Ben Reeve Lewis has got a dog …]
Puppy hell continues.
I was bagging up Hector’s crap at 5am this morning with the mother of all hangovers and once I got the Faecal offender into the bag he whipped in, grabbed the bag in his mouth and did that mental head shake thing that puppies do and scattered the contents all over the garden and me.
I probably cant write the expletives I used here without Google shutting Tessa down.
Life with a puppy!!
I cant wait until he goes thorugh gun-dog boot camp and I get my life back and have people comment “He’s very well behaved isn’t he?”.
Newsround this week begins with a ‘NOOOOOOOOOOOO’
Renter Girl is leaving the blogging market. First Planet Property Blog and now this
Her blog has never pulled any punches. We didn’t always see eye to eye on all things landlord but even when she has been at her most outrageous I could never hide a wry, knowing smile at her vitriol.
She has been the uncensored voice that I carefully hide behind a measured reasonableness but with whom I heartily agree so much of the time.
But she is a journalist and photographer with better things to do than feel angry all the time.
If you are a landlord in Edinburgh, seek her out, invite her to lunch and she will stab you ha-ha
Renter Girl is dead….Long Live Penny Anderson. Go Girl.
Aspersions against Mr D
Random Landlord Law Blogger Samir Jeraz sent me an in interesting link this week about Hackney councillor Michael Desmond and his letting agency ‘On the House’
Turns out that our Mr D has been running a homelessness charity, routing people through the homelessness system to be re-housed by a letting agency, conveniently run by guess who????? Mr Desmond!!! Do try and keep up at the back there.
Of course denials and recriminations run the game now and far be it from me to cast aspersions on this innocent saint of Broadway Market, who clearly only had the disadvantaged in mind when he set this system up.
Why do they do it?
Dodgy dealings further in mind I sat down this week on a sunny day in the garden of yet another large cannabis farm, as you do, feet up on the garden furniture chewing the fat with the attendant cops and my mate Dave who disconnects the things and we were bemoaning the morals of the criminal shit-bags we have to deal with on a daily basis.
So much money can be made from the lettings business legitimately, why do so many milk it?
Between the 8 of us sunning ourselves within whiffing distance of the stinky weed we decided that it was one of two things:
- Some people just like being bullies
Having solved the riddle of the criminal landlord mind I staggered back to the car, as usual intoxicated by the smell, unsure whether to have a lie down or buy a Mars Bar.
The mystical appeal of Foxtons
My continuing puzzlement with the mystical appeal of Foxtons continued this week with the news that they have received a huge accolade from Credit Suisse and rated with ‘Outperform Status’ after their share prices increased 30%
The article in Investor today reports:
“Credit Suisse has added the stock to its small and mid priced focus list for investors and has predicted that over a 10 year period Foxtons may well triple the geographical area its offices currently cover”
How scary is that???????????
A branch of Foxtons on every street corner with their strange ‘Is it a Vodka bar, is it an estate agent’ appearance and those muddy green cars with skeletons on the side.
From a client perspective the fees are huge and they have comparatively recently been done for ripping off landlords with excessive renewal fees.
Questions from would be Foxtons employees
In an attempt to understand their lure I went onto a website containing the top questions asked by would-be estate agents Number one is:
“Will I get a Foxton’s mini?”
Why would you want one? Is my immediate retort. Everyone will know that you work ridiculously long hours and are permanently on the verge of being sacked for failing to deliver on your targets and therefore a nervous wreck.
A couple of other regular questions intrigued me:
“Do I need to know London as well as a cabbie”
I could see why knowing a bit of London would be handy but I fail to see why having a cab driver in your circle of friends as well should be an employment qualification.
And my particular favourite:
“What if I don’t want to be an estate agent?”
The obvious answer “Don’t apply for a job at an estate agents then”.
Paramedics being priced out
On a less amusing note I read a piece on the BBC News website that the number of paramedics leaving the profession in London has trebled in the last three years.
The reason being the lack of affordable housing, according to the report “Making a case for London”.
Presumably these people aren’t giving up the job, it seems exciting and important but are probably relocating to Herefordshire or Somerset, where the chances of being stabbed by a witless drunk whilst trying to save his life are greatly reduced.
The article states that even with new paramedics training they will still be well short of the numbers they need.
So presumably, if you have a heart attack in Herts, a dozen ambulances will turn up to help but if you are struck with Palsy in Peckham you will be loaded onto a hand-cart pushed by a Romanian working for £5 an hour cash in hand.
“The real issue for us here is the high cost of living and working in London. Not only for us but all public sector workers.”
Said London Ambulance service Director Jason Killens. An unfortunate surname given his job.
A minister calls
And finally 24 Dash told us of the visit by Housing Prefect Kris Hopkins to a new estate built in Batley.
In order to make it seem as if the government is getting Britain building again he dropped in for tea with luckless mum of five Johanna Hemingway who commented:
“When I moved in I didn’t expect a government minister to be calling round for a cup of tea.“
I’ll bet you didn’t you poor thing. Remember, as a tenant you enjoy exclusive occupation of the property and can exclude anyone you want.
You shouldn’t have let him in, it only encourages them. If there is publicity to be had they are like moths to a flame or flies around a piece of…..well you get the picture.
Although gushing with praise for Hoppo, the sixth Marx Brother, she revealed in a simple comment the quandary facing all private tenants when seen in relief against their social tenant brethren:
“We needed to move because our previous landlord was selling up – It’s brilliant to have the security of knowing we can stay here as long as we want.”
Ah…..from the mouths of Batley babes.
See ya next week.