strictteacher

I have absolutely no idea why people bother with estate agents full stop. Property in the area will sell itself, so sell privately using an online site like propertybroker. I paid ?138 for them to do everything and sold my place almost immediately. Estate agents are an unwelcome presence on Lordship Lane. They're either failed public school boy types, chavvy women or geezer blokes. It is sad that Foxtons are opening up, especially as they have such a dire reputation (following that BBC expose on them).

These traffic lights are the most pointless thing to have been done roadwise in the area for some time. They are completely pointless! There already was one set of traffic lights which was perfectly satisfactory. The tailback of traffic is awful now, where once there never was one. This is such a bad decision by Southwark Council (I am presuming it is to blame?) but hey, what's new?

These women are vile, and should have remained firmly esconced in Wandsworth (or wherever it is they've wandered over from). I can't walk around East Dulwich these days without some gargantuan 'trendy' buggie blocking my path, or some enormous girth being proudly displayed by some woman (40+ years old, if a day). Which brings me on to the ages of these women: many are so-o-o-o old. Dulwich Park really highlights the fact that these women had children pretty late in life. I've no doubt they had professional jobs in days of yore - but my God, how they've embraced mummyhood. It's all they bleat on about. Dulwich Park has become a no go zone for me these days. I hope these women avoid Peckham Rye Park. The Dads are almost as bad. They are largely absent, earning in the City no doubt, but when they're about they're like some HORRIBLE kiddie's TV presenter. It's vomit inducing hearing them singing nursery rhymes and trying to make up for their absences. It is getting to the point where I avoid East Dulwich as much as possible (despite being from the area, and living there too). These women are rude, and very superficial. When they're not stuffing an (organic) rice cake in their sprog's gob, they're taking up all the room in the Blue Mountain with their buggies, offspring and gaggle of acuaintances. Note I didn't say 'friend': these women don't 'do' friends but acquaintances. They deciode they have oddles in common - because they have a kid(s).