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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? What I am saying is this flat in Paddington is essentially a really shit escape room, that is where I was going with the bit—
What is there to do locally? It’s Paddington, which is just a big train station. London train stations magnetically attract business and repel culture, and Paddington is one of its biggest magnets, so the only thing to really do in the area is buy a too-hot Cornish pasty for the best part of six quid then go to a pub that doesn’t have any regulars and drink exactly one flat pint while nervously checking your phone to see when your next train is. Paddington is— how to put this in a way that seems universally true? Paddington is the place you end up when you trust some guy you only half-know from that stag-do you all went on to book the place you’re going to watch the football this week. Just you and six lads who don’t know each other, watching the Manchester derby in a half-empty venue, lurid red platters of chicken dippers and drinking jugs instead of pints, because for some reason the table has a £40-per-head minimum spend. After the game, the only place still open you can go to for a fight is the M&S Food Hall. I think I have just succinctly captured “Paddington”.
Alright, how much are they asking? £850 p.c.m., though I’m sad to report that a let has been agreed, so if you want it you might have to email the landlord and offer more. Not to cast aspersions on the moral compass of the person trying to rent this room out, but: he would absolutely bin off the current tenant if you came in with an offer even one pound higher than it’s currently on the market for.
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