With tomorrow's Bank Holiday comes the end of the summer. Cue the arrival on our screens of a plethora of adverts featuring roaring log fires, rosy cheeked infants sitting at tables covered with enough food to keep them going until February whilst their parents smile beatifically at each other, (just before they serve the divorce papers/commit matricide/announce that they are going to live in a kibbutz...
August 2015
To paraphrase the former resident of Stratford-upon-Avon, that is the question. With reports in the media of surges in house prices, a housing shortage, interest rate rises and the real decider on this morning's news-that One Direction are taking an indefinite hiatus-it is worth looking at who/what are the real power brokers and game-changers in the house selling industry. Yes of course the tsunami...
Alas, for Major General 'Uncle John' Sedgwick, a Confederate sharp shooter could indeed have hit an elephant, but instead made do with a human being at the Battle of Spotsylvania in 1864. I was reminded of my fellow military conquistador this week (stop laughing at the back, being able to quote entire scenes from Dad's Army is the equivalent of attending SAS training...), when a landlord uttered the...
August has long been regarded as the silly season in the media, where stories make the headlines that would normally struggle to find a resting place somewhere between the TV listings and the adverts for walk-in baths. It would also now appear that aside from odd-shaped vegetables and babies with luxuriant bouffants, August is now ‘Protect the Tenant’ Month/’Get landlords to do the council’s job’...
Those who know me will be aware of my intense dislike for self-regulatory clubs; with the exception of Slimming World where the weekly humiliation of standing up and saying, "Hello, I'm Gareth and I'm a fat b"£$ard" does have the desired effect. Which is why the founders of all diets clubs that have been syndicated across the globe are now lying beside their pool in their penthouse in Monte Carlo, where...
