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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? Forest Hill – “It’s Not Dulwich, And We’re Fine With That!”
What is there to do locally? Forest Hill is home to two of the most sinister pubs I’ve been to in London: first, one of the all-time bad vibes Wetherspoons I’ve ever used the app in, a darkly lit hellpit along the main drag; then a sort of mystery pub that I can no longer find on a map or remember the name of, as if it got wiped from my memory (by a pool ball to the skull? By a shot of greasy homebrewed vodka?), where I went to meet a friend to watch the football during a sleepy Christmas-time lull, and every round somehow cost less than a fiver and the game was on about 19 screens along the bar, and everyone there was unhappy in that way that tipped dangerously close to anger, and they all had Old Man Pub Faces – there are Pub Faces, haggard things that hang off skulls to get nearer to the foam of their pints, and there are Old Man Pub Faces, strange ageless things beneath tufts of white hair and flat caps and loose flakes of scalp, noses that go on forever – and all the Old Man Pub Faces kept turning to look at us, pissed off, sour as if they’d just whiffed shit, and also (a sign of a bad pub, in my opinion) all of the beer mats were wet. Do you know what pub I’m talking about? Slide into my DMs, I’d quite like to go back.
Alright, how much are they asking? £790 pcm, all bills included. (*1)
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OK, and so here is the flat. Spot, if you can, the canny and devilishly clever design features that the person here is talking about:Freshly painted, cleverly designed compact furnished studio for SINGLE PERSON ONLY in grand Victorian residence close to Forest Hill Station. Large wardrobes and built in storage.
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