I spent some time last night re-editing the VCR destruction video. It’s punchier, faster-paced, and with that oh-so-dull second scene with the washing-up liquid edited out. Yes, it’s How To Destroy Your Video: the Director’s Cut. Ah, it brings back some fond memories.
The agents for my current place haven’t got back to me, so I’m assuming from the no-nonsense font that I used on the fax cover sheet to fax them a copy of their own eviction notice that they’ve realised I won’t stand for any funny-business if they try and get me out early. No chance.
Meanwhile the other agent for the house I’m trying to buy
got back to me to say I should get an answer next week, which is good, because I’d like to work out what I’ll be doing, and start looking for rental properties if I need to. Either way, I should start clearing through the monumental amounts of junk I need to get rid of before I have to move.
