So I took a weekend off work and went to Derby to visit some old friends this weekend. Armed with a repaired laptop and my newly synced database of HHs I was optimistic that the train journey would prove to be profitable. However a group of scoundrels from East London proved me wrong and decided to blare music out of an Ipad, those of you that know me personally will not be surprised by my reaction. As the music was engaged the mouthiest of the group decided it would be a good idea to play said music because "Who the fuck is gonna say anything to me?" ......Hi mate, my names Kyle, pleased to meet you, now turn that shit off before you find it rammed up your arse.
Anyway suffice to say high blood pressure, plus pokerz is not good so that train journey was wasted. Got a phone call on Sunday morning telling me the water pipes in my house had burst......more life tilt ensued. As well as rapid catching of the next train home. Managed to get the power on in the house in certain rooms, (water through the ceiling = no lights) This meant that Sunday night was salvageable and managed to pocket 2 stacks.
Which brings me to now. Sat in my bedroom, with no hot water or heating waiting for the plumber to arrive. My landlord assured me he would be here "first thing in the morning" well it's nearly 10am and I see no sign. For all you potential renters out there, steer the frak clear of millenia property unless Anal violation is high on your to do list. Seriously these guys are the sickest beat available.
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