House hunting and photos
I hate the #$@! property bubble. Anything that is affordable is either a pokey bachelor flat, miles away or in a suspicious and dodgy area. Which means that I will probably end up living miles away.
I wish that we weren't quite so attractive to foreign investors, so that people who, you know, actually live here could afford to live here. In a house that they own. Without selling a kidney, or participating in hazardous medical experiments.
There should be some kind of limitation on property ownership. The logical conclusion of the present state of things is all the property in the country being owned by five wealthy people (who would keep getting wealthier), and everybody else renting from them. Being able to own as much property as you want is like a licence to print money. Every now and then you can buy yourself an additional printing press.
On the bright side, I had ID photographs taken today, so that I can apply for a learner's licence test. In the long-standing tradition of ID photographs everywhere, they make me look funny. I have weird eyebrows and a halo of flyaway hair. At least they are better than the photograph in my ID book, which makes me look like a crazed axe murderer.
Review: Misspent Youth by Peter F. Hamilton
I had written a long and elaborate review of this book. Then my blog session timed out and it got baleeted! Forever! So this is my short review:
It's Mills & Boon for men. Read the Night's Dawn trilogy instead.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe…
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