With the new year rubbish it’s only fair to update ya’ll on a few things which have been serving to annoy more than anything. For example, I’ve now got to the point where I don’t like where I live but can now move somewhere to sort that out.

So you get on all those countless websites offering large studios for £345345 per minute and basically what you come back with is something like this:

it seems that around this fair old capital of ours in Englandland, people are more than happy giving you 6 inches or room and then robbing you blind. So currently the plan is to pretend I’m hiding from bad people, say Daddy touched me in a bad place and hope that Social Services are so upset that they offer me a penthouse for £5 a year.

But when it comes to actual location, it’s rather tough as most of London is pretty much the same except for how much wee has been left in the telephone booths. For example I wandered around the other night, (as I often do often asking people if they have spare change) Shepards Bush in the West, the reason was there were a number of studio flats going around that area for around £170 per week.

Look, £170 per week for a studio is actually reasonable going here around Zone 2 it seems. Granted I could for £295 per month get a two bed house in Oswestry….balls.

Anyway, I wandered around there in the dead of night, and it seems that a fair amount is rather run down with the exception of the new Westfield shopping centre thing they opened up a little while back after the brown stuff hit the cooling device as far as money goes. That place makes Cheshire Oaks back in Sunny Cheshire look like arse. Grade-A arse.

They have areas filled with chairs nicked from people’s front rooms. They have lots of music which is nice to listen to, and hundreds of shops there, all ready to aid you as much as possible. Even the normally crappy sky stands wanting you to take 500 channels of filth (and none of them having decent hard core action) was a work of art. Here have a look for yourselves at the place:

Pretty sure Logan ran through there at some point as he escaped the police for being 30. Anyway that was a nice visit, pointless but nice. Thing about shopping centres, they’re evil sinister places filled with people who contemplate your financial downfall, and thus best avoided unless you carry some form of weapon.

So what I learned from an area visit to Shepards Bush was it’s the same as where I am now. Bonus. So onwards to other bold worlds to see if they look slightly better. Thing is, there will be the nagging part of me in the back of my head screaming “You robbing ba****ds” and there won’t be a thing I can do about it while I’m here in the nodnol place.