A call from an ex-flatmate

Hey, Legin in London fans. Apologies for not posting in a while. I was checking out this map counter on the bottom of the page, and its pretty interesting. Visitors from across the globe. Most visitors are from right here in craptacular England. No surprises there. But Im also popular in France, a couple of countries in central Europe that I cant identify, and Finland! Finland is great. Always appreciate the Finno-Ugric visitors.

Also rather popular in my homeland. Some visitors from New York (or maybe New England), Florida, some Midwestern/Southern border state I cant identify, and California. Im even loved south of the border in Mexico City!

The Far East also digs reading about how awful London is. Some Sri Lankan fans. I guess because I've written about Sri Lankan flatmates. But the site is also a hit in South Korea, some Southeast Asian country I cant identify, and Australia!

Great. The world-wide appeal of a blog about how crappy London is evident.

So recently, I received a phone call from an ex-flatmate. Some guy from Sri Lanka who lived in the place I talked about in my previous entry (not the drug addict, though).

Anyway, I wondered why he called me. I didnt answer, by the way. But I bet it was because when I bought a Freeview box recently, the cashier wanted my name and address. I told them I wouldnt give it, but they said it was a legal requirement. So I gave a fake name (real first name, but used my mother's last name) and gave the address of this place I used to live at.

I used false information because in London (and throughout this shit country) you need to pay for a license if you own a tv. A license is good for one year and costs something insane like £150. Thats three hundred American dollars. All just because you have a tv.

Anyway, I bet the tv license people stopped by this old place of mine. They deserve it, though. That place was a TOTAL dump, but the guy who "owned" it (I think just sublet it out) was an accountant. You telling me an accountant cant keep a decent place? Heres my list of grievance about that place:

1. No shower for the first two months. We bathed using a BUCKET IN THE TUB! Wow. They might have been used to that being from Sri Lanka, but its crazy to live like that in London.

2. Cockroaches and mice ruled the kitchen. A few mice came into my bedroom as well. Fucking nasty.

3. The guy stopped buying toilet paper about two months before I left. So for those two months...there was no toilet paper. Had to just rinse in the shower (by this time, a shower had been installed).

4. Guy cut off the internet, about three months before I left, due to alleged phone calls by the police over underage pornography downloading. I dont think anybody was even doing that. The guy knew nothing about computers and I dont know what happened, but I really doubt it was the police. Or anybody.

5. Gay Indian flatmate was REALLY over the top.

6. Drug addicted flatmate didnt understand boundaries. He would come into the bedroom whenever he wanted. Wouldnt knock. Borrow money. Demand more money. Ate ALL of my food. Left the boxes, though. Used my George Foreman grill and never cleaned it. Kept my tv for weeks at a time.

7. "Landlord" (subletter) wouldnt let me try to get housing benefits because then he'd have to pay the taxes that he rightfully owed for renting the place out.

8. My roommate was a psycho Polish asshole and accountant subletter did nothing about it.

9. Accountant subletter once called me while I was work to complain that I didnt clean the bathroom well enough. Cant that information wait? And I think I cleaned it well enough, by the way.

10. Windows in my room wouldnt close. Also, no working radiator in my room. So the place was fucking freezing in the winter.

Probably some other stuff. The other two Sri Lankan guys who lived there were alright but this accountant subletter was a real tight ass who lived in squalor rather than spend money to fix the place up. I mean, TOILET PAPER was too much of an expense for him. He deserves a visit from the tv license people.

But anyway, when I was there nobody had a tv other than me (or the drug addict when he had MY tv). So if this is still the case, they dont have to pay for any license.

Next update: the house down the street from this Sri Lankan place, full of Indian dickheads and one aboriginee Australian dickhead.