A some what rhetorical question, but one that did rather flabber my gast this week. In recent weeks, I have commented on how I still find myself surprised/amused/bemused/entertained at being spun any number of porky pies as to why a home owner has chosen not to list their property with myself. Following up a valuation done earlier in the week, I was told that Cheshire and Co had received a definite 'nul...
May 2015
The jungle drummers of the Cwmbran environ were at it so hard last week that even Roger Taylor might have been pushed to keep up. Like the characters in a Jane Austen novel, the negotiators (and anyone who had access to any form of telephonic instrument-branch managers were not immune) could barely contain themselves following the publication of a fellow independent estate agent's article on his...
No, not the words of the Prince of Denmark bemoaning his fate (as was his wont), but what I asked of a landlord this week. Do you really think that this renting lark is for you, my old china?' I am still capable of having my flabber gasted by the ridiculous reactions of first time landlords who, whilst reading all the press about how buy-to-let properties are the new Valhalla, simultaneously leave...
The events within the 24 hour period of 7-8 May would have been dismissed as wholly unbelievable if introduced in the last pages of a novel penned by the former Conservative MP. Kane and Abel was given its very own Trotskyite production five years ago as Familias Miliband indulged in fratricide and the cynics amongst us might say that in writing his manifesto, Miliband E. penned the longest suicide note...
The last week, nay the last 48 hours, have thrown up some life-changing questions that demand an attempt at being answered. To begin: 1. Chantelle, Kimberley, Taylor-May, Shannon, Kylie or perhaps following that other 'royal' couple, the Kardashians, could it be one of the points on a compass? The newest princess on the block is awaiting a name. I think that 'South' Wales has a certain je ne sais...
