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What is living in London like? Hell. Here’s proof, beyond all doubt, that renting in London is a nightmare.
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And then you see a bathroom with the towel hook askew and think: 'How pathetic it all is.' You see a lone kitchen cupboard with a single door missing and think: 'In 2019, with Western civilisation being what it is, we still think humans are worth nothing.' You see a diamanté-studded soap dispenser adorning the ivory sink of history's bleakest bathroom and think: 'Someone, somewhere, tried to cheer this place up. They tried to bring a little joy into this place. This windowless little cave – a cleaning cupboard with high aspirations – and they went to Wilko, and bought a fun soap dispenser, and nestled it there, a little glimmer in the dark.' 'That will look nice in my little bathroom, they thought. 'That'll perk it up. Six months here, then we're done. Eight at a push. Then we can move on to something bigger, better. But for now: it's just this 75p soap dispenser, and me, against the world.'And somehow, through some evil magic known only to the devil, the soap dispenser had the exact inverse effect. It is 200 percent more depressing than the 100 percent well-intended joy it was supposed to bring. Anyway, that is what we are looking at this week.
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– A door is missing from the only kitchen cupboard you have; the bathroom is lightless and airless and the toilet seems to have been mounted in it at a 30° angle to the door, which is erratic, and overall the room has a general air I can only describe as "more sterile and threatening than most US prison execution rooms".– You have two fridges even though you don't have any visible hob (I'm sure there is a two-hob mounted up there in the sink in a special kitchen unit that seems to only exist in these sorts of flats – in fact, you can use a combined kitchen–sink–two-hob unit as a pretty good marker for shitholery: even if you installed one in Buckingham Palace it would instantly render the place sort of sticky and rogue). Very crucially, one of those fridges (the one with the microwave on it!) is planted directly in front of the fucking washing machine, so to open the door of your washing machine you have to pivot your extraneous fridge out of the way, and really there is no other good place to put said fridge where it isn't fucking in front of something, unless you move it to the opposite wall by the bathroom door and use it as a TV mount, and even then I think the width of the fridge would exceed the width of the available wall space, so you'd end up with a little jut of fridge-lip poking out, which you would bang your leg on maybe fifteen-hundred times a day, and also that fridge is now slap bang in the middle of the available room in your flat that you can stand upright in (see above.), so now you can walk around in maybe 35, 34 percent of your flat, because you had to move a fridge there that you didn't need so you could actually put your laundry in the washing machine.