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What is living in London like? Hell. Here’s proof, beyond all doubt, that renting in London is a nightmare.
Where is it? Dollis Hill, part of the sprawling north-west of the city that starts in Maida Vale, takes in Wembley, and then goes on forever, in a cone, taking in the entirety of the rest of the planet. Everywhere On Earth Is Technically North West London.
What is there to do locally? I just searched the words “Dollis Hill” on Twitter to see what the best activities I could find were, and “go and see the house David Baddiel grew up in” and “go to the Ear Wax Removal Centre in NW11” seemed to be the only two viable options. If that doesn’t excite you then there’s a park nearby, too, but not a park I’ve ever heard of, and I instantly distrust parks I have never heard of. This is because, as best I can tell, there are three types of park in London: the “warm bag of cans and a foil BBQ sizzling sad and raw on the grass” park, like every birthday party picnic you’ve been to in London Fields; there’s the “joggers pelting full force into mums with prams” parks, like the short-grass bits of Hampstead Heath; and then you have places that you see on Google Maps that look like a nice shortcut to an unfamiliar pub you’re meant to be meeting some friends in, but as you cut across it it’s basically just an acre of broken glass and people who, honest to goodness, in the year of our lord 2020, still sniff glue. Some parks aren’t worth planting flowers in because humanity will destroy them before they bud. Parks made of dandelions and condoms yellowed in the sun and dirty dummies and dog shits. If I have never heard of a park, I assume it is because it’s just a single squeaking roundabout with a lad stood next to it, aggressively trying to sell me a CD-R with every Crash Bandicoot game, unaware the last 22 years have happened.
Alright, how much are they asking? £900 p.c.m.
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