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Posted on Jan 25th by William in A place to live
There’s a lot that’s bugging me at the moment:
- clause 152 of the proposed Coroners and Justice Bill
- absurd EU copyright term extension plans and the mixed quality of my MEPs, from brilliant to fruitcake benefit fraudsters (see below)
- alleged corrupt payments by Experian (which is paid a slice of my council tax) to our legislators
- I’m trying to buy somewhere for a load of us to live. The place is a massive wreck, repossessed from a greedy developer who went bust. The bank called in the receivers. But – guess what? Now the bank seems to be imploding. And even the receiver seems to be tearing itself apart with a toxic blend of financial troubles and internal politics. It can’t be any fun in the middle of all that. No-one seems to be able to decide to do anything, nor even to tell us they haven’t decided to do anything. So we’re not exactly getting sterling service. It’s like trying to busk a fag from an Israeli border guard. Or use Windows after 24 months on the same machine. Or to buy a packet of fags when the kiosk attendant is distracted by the earthquake that’s going on. But man – I really fancy a fag.* Just get it together for two seconds, can’t you?
Plus the usual:
- formulaic, inflexible call-centre scripts and packaged services
- endless further manifestations of the surveillance society and database state
- smug politicians, interrupting radio presenters and a self-referential national broadcaster
Time for a holiday trip to a less-developed country! India beckons.
* Notice to any life insurance companies or bossy D’oH! fag police who might be Googling this blog in future years. The reference to smoking in this post is merely illustrative. I dont fib about whether I smoke or not. So just get off my case.
