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Oh how I hate my landlord

September 18th, 2007 (11:43 am)

In the words of the immortal Dylan Moran, I hate him so much it gives me energy.  I have to get up early in the morning to hate him.

He is horrendous, in a horrendous type of way.  More to the point, and much more difficult for a tenant to deal with, he's stupid.  I don't mean that cruelly, or nastily, but as an objective statement of fact.  The man is just not that bright.  Which would be fine, and I wouldn't harbour any animus towards him, if he didn't happen to have a certain amount of control over my life.  Stuff, basic, basic stuff (stuff that I, who is living for the very first time in rented accommodation, have already grasped) about this whole landlord-tenant relationship, is completely beyond his ability to understand.  As a result, I am having to chase all over London to get things like...a sofa and a table and chairs, for the flat, as he couldn't possibly sort that out himself.


I'm also working at robotically boring job, and I'm only starting to look like a human being rather than a well-kempt zombie (I have had health problems, which are boring, but made me look like a corpsette).  Yet, somehow, I'm not miserably depressed.

I'm even starting to think about my next play, which...I think will be set in a pub.  I joked once that every Irish playwright has a pub play in them, but looking through them...with the exception of Beckett, it's actually true.  In any case, it'll be months and months before I put pen to paper, but the benefit of this robotically boring temp job, is that I have lots of time to think about it.  (And the Bourne fic I want to write)


Posted by: The Hebridean Queen (gnimaerd)
Posted at: September 18th, 2007 07:38 pm (UTC)
I love lucy

Oh dear. I would advise you to take a spatula to him - but that might only exaserbate the situation... Use it as inspiration for a future play!

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