Oh the Dashboard melted,
but we still have the radio ..
but we still have the radio ..
Oh man, exciting updates today! What a lot of things have happened.
Thankyou all firstly for the feedback for the last post. Judging by the responses of at least 10 of you, I should stop starting arguments on the Internet with myself. Noted.
Ok, so what's happened today? Well, for the last few weeks we've had notices plastered to our front door with masking tape heralding the bankruptcy of our landlords and the consequent imminent passing of landlordial powers to a group called Countrywide Managing Agents. It seems very swish and professional, but we're now becoming more and more skeptical. When I went to see our current landlords, they didn't give anything away in the arena of 'we have no money left, why are you still here?', but maybe thats just that. Either way, we have skepticism and will do our best not to be scammed. Is it normal practise for a new landlord to ask the occupants of a house how many kitchens and bathrooms they have? Surely that information would be available from the previous landlords?
Such are the pitfalls of student living.
Another area of today that seems to be attracting me some negative feedback (the crowning comment currently being "bad max!!! BAD!!!") was my meeting with the Prime Minister. We met for lunch to discuss the economy and play some Call of Duty together.
Thats not true. No, there was a small crowd and a gathering of onlookers by the Radisson hotel in Leeds, alongside an ungodly police presence. So I stood and watched for a bit, and then a very smart car pulled up with a grey 4x4, and would you know it? Out of the hotel came Gordon Brown.
He turned towards the little group where I was standing, smiled for some cameras, and I suddenly realised that lots of people around me were screaming for his attention and thrusting their hands forwards. And so, in-keeping with my herd mentality complex, to the friendly hollers of "The public doesn't want you!" by some bloke standing at the back .. I stuck my hand out. And he shook it, and smiled at me. And, under the watchful eye of an armed guard, I suppressed all racing thoughts of 'but .. but .. you ballsed up our economy ..' and smiled back. And that was it. Max's political adventure 2010.
Armed guards? What would be the point of assassinating Gordon Brown? You only have to stick it out for less than a month and he'll be gone. That confused me.
I like to imagine that the first idea I suggested might one day come true. The one where I meet with Gordon Brown in person to play Modern Warfare online with him. It would probably be in London, maybe even at Downing Street. I'd wager he gets very good internet there. He'd probably have his own mini-bar, too.
Me: Hey Gordon, do you want a shot?
Gordon: That sounds excellent! A great idea in the stressful run-up to the election.
Me: Yeah, well, start up Call of Duty while I get us a drink.
Gordon: Gotcha.
I move behind the mini-bar.
Me: So Gordon, whats the deal with fixing the economy? That went tits up, right? You admit that?
I return with 4 shots of Tequila
Gordon: Oh come on! I tried to regulate the banks.
We drink
Gordon: Its not my fault that they all wanted to be free of regulation. Silly fuckers.
Me: Language, Gordon. But come on, some of it was your fault, right?
Gordon: Fine, yes. Yes it was.
We play.
Me: Ahh, I knew it. And you're going to stop blaming 3rd parties, like US regulators and international watchdogs for our failed economy?
Gordon (sullen, grumpy): Yeah, I guess so.
Me: And you admit tha- ooh, good shot! - you admit that the scrapping of the 10p tax was a pretty crap move as well, yeah?
Gordon: Yeah, whatevs.
Me: Good lad. Any other new developments? Y'know, the family? 'Hug a hoodie' and all that jazz?
Gordon: Dude, seriously. That's Cameron's gig.
A few moments silence. We continue to play.
Me: You realise you probably won't win the next election and you're legacy is how balls the UK has become, just like Tony Blair?
Gordon: Jesus, get me another drink.
This may or may not be a fictional occurence.
Thankyou all firstly for the feedback for the last post. Judging by the responses of at least 10 of you, I should stop starting arguments on the Internet with myself. Noted.
Ok, so what's happened today? Well, for the last few weeks we've had notices plastered to our front door with masking tape heralding the bankruptcy of our landlords and the consequent imminent passing of landlordial powers to a group called Countrywide Managing Agents. It seems very swish and professional, but we're now becoming more and more skeptical. When I went to see our current landlords, they didn't give anything away in the arena of 'we have no money left, why are you still here?', but maybe thats just that. Either way, we have skepticism and will do our best not to be scammed. Is it normal practise for a new landlord to ask the occupants of a house how many kitchens and bathrooms they have? Surely that information would be available from the previous landlords?
Such are the pitfalls of student living.
Another area of today that seems to be attracting me some negative feedback (the crowning comment currently being "bad max!!! BAD!!!") was my meeting with the Prime Minister. We met for lunch to discuss the economy and play some Call of Duty together.
Thats not true. No, there was a small crowd and a gathering of onlookers by the Radisson hotel in Leeds, alongside an ungodly police presence. So I stood and watched for a bit, and then a very smart car pulled up with a grey 4x4, and would you know it? Out of the hotel came Gordon Brown.
He turned towards the little group where I was standing, smiled for some cameras, and I suddenly realised that lots of people around me were screaming for his attention and thrusting their hands forwards. And so, in-keeping with my herd mentality complex, to the friendly hollers of "The public doesn't want you!" by some bloke standing at the back .. I stuck my hand out. And he shook it, and smiled at me. And, under the watchful eye of an armed guard, I suppressed all racing thoughts of 'but .. but .. you ballsed up our economy ..' and smiled back. And that was it. Max's political adventure 2010.
Armed guards? What would be the point of assassinating Gordon Brown? You only have to stick it out for less than a month and he'll be gone. That confused me.
I like to imagine that the first idea I suggested might one day come true. The one where I meet with Gordon Brown in person to play Modern Warfare online with him. It would probably be in London, maybe even at Downing Street. I'd wager he gets very good internet there. He'd probably have his own mini-bar, too.
Me: Hey Gordon, do you want a shot?
Gordon: That sounds excellent! A great idea in the stressful run-up to the election.
Me: Yeah, well, start up Call of Duty while I get us a drink.
Gordon: Gotcha.
I move behind the mini-bar.
Me: So Gordon, whats the deal with fixing the economy? That went tits up, right? You admit that?
I return with 4 shots of Tequila
Gordon: Oh come on! I tried to regulate the banks.
We drink
Gordon: Its not my fault that they all wanted to be free of regulation. Silly fuckers.
Me: Language, Gordon. But come on, some of it was your fault, right?
Gordon: Fine, yes. Yes it was.
We play.
Me: Ahh, I knew it. And you're going to stop blaming 3rd parties, like US regulators and international watchdogs for our failed economy?
Gordon (sullen, grumpy): Yeah, I guess so.
Me: And you admit tha- ooh, good shot! - you admit that the scrapping of the 10p tax was a pretty crap move as well, yeah?
Gordon: Yeah, whatevs.
Me: Good lad. Any other new developments? Y'know, the family? 'Hug a hoodie' and all that jazz?
Gordon: Dude, seriously. That's Cameron's gig.
A few moments silence. We continue to play.
Me: You realise you probably won't win the next election and you're legacy is how balls the UK has become, just like Tony Blair?
Gordon: Jesus, get me another drink.
This may or may not be a fictional occurence.
