Sep. 21st, 2004

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DOH! Our third housemate, the day she was supposed to move in, didn't. We're looking for someone else ASAP, and resolving to never trust anyone ever again. An advert on the accomodation newsgroup produced two emails in two hours, and a viewing in another two, so we should be fine, but if anyone is looking, now's a good time to speak up.

The viewing was quite amusing. I've paraphrased below, but all the events did happen.

Phone: *Waltz of the Flowers*
Me: Hello.
Him: Is that Jack?
Me: Yes... but how did you know that?
Him: I entered the number on my phone when I saw the advert, and guessed it was yours.
Me: Of course.
Him: Hi. I'm Jack.
Me: Wow, that's a coincidence.
Jack: I'm just on Acrefield Drive.
Me: I'll come and show you where it is.
Me: *footsteps*
Me: Hello!
Jack: Wait, I know you!
Me: Massage society. I remember thinking it it was a coincidence to meet another Jack.
Foreshadowing: you ain't seen nuthin' yet.
Me: Hi George! You'll never guess, but we went to massage society together.
Justin: I did that in the first year.
George: And so did my friend Laura. Do you know her.
Me: *boggles*
George: So what job do you have?
Jack: I'm a project manager for a Dale Carnegie...
Justin: I did that course! For a while I was like Mr. Dale Carnegie, Birmingham!
Me: This is getting silly.
TV weather girl: ...sunny spells with some...
Jack: You're not going to believe this but I went to school with her.
Fate: He's the housemate for you. It's my way of telling you that.
Paranoia: He's stalking you.
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Why did no-one but Edith, Mum, George, M-J, Tom, Grandma and Paul tell me to read this? I laughed out loud twice on the first page:

Her father was a clergyman, without being neglected, or poor, and a very respectable man, though his name was Richard -- and he had never been handsome.


A family often children will be always called a fine family, where there are heads and arms and legs enough for the number;


It's a nice satire of gothic romances, (the back cover says "bitingly satirical pastiche" which sound redundant somehow, but I can't quite put my finger on where) which you know enough about to appreciate it without having lived then. And the characters could walk into the college bar today and be just as naive and clever and friendly and amusing. I almost want to marry Tilney myself, or better, be him :)