A Far Fetched Resolution

I’ll tell you what happens with impossible promises. You start with far-fetched resolutions. They are then pickled into a rigid dogma, a code, you go through the years sticking to that, out-dated, misplaced, irrelevant to the real needs, and you end up in the grotesque chaos of a Labour council, a Labour council hiring taxis to scuttle round the city handing out redundancy notices to its own workers. I’ll tell you.. You can’t play politics with people’s jobs and with people’s services.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

HOUSE!

No...I haven't just won the bingo.

...I have a HOUSE! no...I haven't just won the bingo...I've just moved into my HOUSE!

I moved in monday, and spent tuesday unpacking and building shelves (actually I built a wine rack first).

It's really great. Unfortunately, my stark raving bonkers landlord's failure to get it sorted by the weekend means that my flatmate, tim, who was relying on his mum and a van to get his stuff moved, has a problem. His mother leaves for East Africa on Saturday. No lift for tim.

Thanks landlord.

posted by Pickles @ 10:22 am  

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