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| #4 – Professional Moaning |
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| Talk,
Martin Algesten,
27 January 2001 | |
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Over a year has passed since I left the cold northern Sweden for a life in joy and harmony here in London. During this year I've laughed in the face of danger several times doing such daring things as driving on the wrong side of the road and eating christmas pudding. During the last year I've been lucky enough to find myself a partner, a new flat and a new job.
One thing I soon discovered after arriving here; Londoners loves to moan. While Swedes practice this as well, Londoners leverage it to levels that in Sweden only can be found in Örebro (left of Stockholm for you non-Vikings). Not only have these people the usual top ten moan topics (weather, bad health, work, etc...), but have also empowered various people to provide for even greater subjects such as suggesting killing of the pigeons at Trafalgar Square or even better, spending £800+ millions on an oversized circus tent full of all sorts of boring rubbish.
So in order to prove my assimilation into the London ways, I intend to spend two articles doing some qualified moaning. Here we go:
In my family I have both carpenters and painters. My first ever home that I remember was a very red house out in the contryside with lake view and a forest just behind the stable. Apart from horses, sheep, growing our own potatoes and other things making my childhood idyllic to the point where it is appropriate to refer to it as twee, the house was utmost craftmanship. No paint on the windows, no half hearted tiling, no water leaking in and NO FUNGUS GROWING IN THE BATHROOM. To be honest I'd rather have another mold patch, this thing is icky, brown, kind of spongy and not what you wish to have in an area dedicated to cleansing. You tell me how this thing can grow in room that is supposed to be tanked. The estate agent definitely gave me the impression that this was a basement flat, e.g. subterranean residence suitable for people, not a cave for trolls.
There you go, next time I'll tell you about our back yard pond.
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