You know, I can’t remember the last time I had a good night sleep. I have been commuting into London for over 7 months now and I can’t recall a single day when I have woken up feeling totally refreshed and said to myself ‘that was a good sleep’. But then again, who actually says that anyway, “that was a good shower”…… Tw@t!

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My recent days have been spent surfing the interweb for a flat to share in the city, somewhere to call home and be able to enjoy the London experience without the 2 hour commute home.

Last nights viewing was a bit of a washout, a two-bedroom house above a Chinese restaurant with 3 people living there. Two Russian escorts sharing a bed and a polish man on the sofa. All you need now are some immigrants locked in the wardrobe and you’d have a full house. And how much do I have to spend to live in such a sort after property? £800 a month, 800! Needless to say I left with a smile on my face (in fear of being gagged and/or beaten) with no intention on ever returning!

Determined not to fail I scurried home and got straight back online. Checked yourface and twatbook before stepping up the hunt a few huskies? (Name of hunting dogs). High on orange juice and property rage I finished with 5 flats with some potential, and to my knowledge no eastern European escorts that may pounce on me!

The hunt continues!