Ealing Comedy

I'm carefully packing up all the music equipment for the the big move. Obviously I couldn't do this quickly and efficiently. Instead I felt the need to write some more stuff...

So hop it over to the website and have a listen to two new tracks.

They should run in the browser. (Right click, save target as to bring into your lovely itunes!)

1. Last and Final Willow - named as the last and final song written in Willow Road.
2. Three Come Along - named after my perpetual waiting for the E3 bus. Never again, I hope!

Email me on gagey501@googlemail.com with any comments, thoughts and ideas.

I hope I can remember how to plug everything together in the new house!!!

WH Smith in 'great experience' shock

The other day I was at Paddington station and needed to buy a card. (yep for valentines!)

So I picked up a card in Smiths and went to the queue. It was ten people long and I had 5 minutes to get to my train. Decision time - do I stay or do i go?

Just as I was about to leave I heard one of the four cashiers yelling:

'come on, come on. keep it up. these people have trains to catch. keep it moving, keep it moving'.

And all of the other cashiers were smiling, and I was rapidly moving towards the front of the queue. They were even tossing bags of change to each other to deal with the inconsiderate commuters who had obviously just got a twenty out at the station.

Amazing.

I was reminded of the the old training video from video arts 'Fish' which was designed to show people that even the most mundance jobs could be good if you injected a bit of fun, energy and team spirit.

SOLD!

I know it's been quiet in the Commune. But I've been carrying on the path to petit-bourgeousisedom and bought a house in East Dulwich. It's been a 7-month ordeal that culminated in lots of hassle and pain in the last two weeks to exchange.

Soon, I will contributing to the East Dulwich Forum, throwing my hands up in annoyance as another 'high street' brand moves in. Although I'd better watch out... they say that the first sign of an area losing its character is when the advertising folk move in. It'll be accountants next.

Everyone's got some horror stories to tell about buying and selling property. The annoying estate agents. The painfully slow way in which solicitors work to a different theory of time to anyone else. The unhelpful banks and mortgage providers.

Don't want to boast, but I reckon I've got all the stories covered.

Foxtons: were evil, then actually started to be quite good (when the sale was going through)
Lloyds TSB: brilliant service and genuinely looked for solutions.
Ealing Council: as inefficient as ever
ICE Save (high interest instant saving account): Very unhelpful and inefficient w*nkers