Monday, April 25, 2011
Yesterday in North London I passed one estate agent's window and saw an utterly dreary property from the Thirties on the market for £2,150,000. It was so completely hilarious with regard to the wide angle lens interior shots I went to find my partner to show it to her as an example of a new low even by New London's idiotic standards.
By the time I returned an American couple were also examining the picture and openly commenting on the utter ridiculousness of such a price tag being attached to something so bland and characterless.
It's quite obvious now that the only "logic" that the UK property market could be grounded within would be if everybody lived to 170 years of age and had a 130 year working career.