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Monday 10 July 2023

I'm Wracking My Brains

Trying To Think Of An Evil Landlord Character

And the only person I can come up with is Rigby, from "Rising Damp", who, whilst a bigoted snob with misplaced social airs, isn't actually morally bankrupt and does the occasional good turn.  Art!

The much-missed Len Rossiter

     "But why are you seeking to traduce one of the foundation-stones of modern enterpreneurial society, O Snowy-Hairded One?" I hear you query.

     Because of a story from Youtube that's been sitting in my Favourites list for at least a couple of months, featuring a verrrry determined Original Poster and a landlord who seems to be the poster child for 'Sleazy'.

     Okay, OP had turned up to look at a property, which was in a pretty disgusting state, though the landlord claimed he was having specialists come in to re-paint everything, lay down new carpet and steam clean the premises.  Art!


     Of course - obviously! - when OP moved in none of this had been done.  It took six adults working non-stop for two days to get things even remotely hygienic.  This was after OP took over 1,000 pictures as evidence - did I say they were thorough?

     Nothing is heard of from Landlordouchecanoe until OP moved out, after having done the shopping list of cleaning and painting that LLDC wanted done.  Another 1,000 pictures were taken as evidence.  Art!

LLDC's original ride

     After moving out, OP is sent a bill for £3750 by LLDC, for steam cleaning and 'HVAC' replacement (Heating, Ventilating and Air Conditioning).  Nor were they getting their security deposit back.

     OP then rang LLDC and recorded the call, which included him threatening to call CPS on OP's 7 year-old and generally ranting for 20 minutes.  Art!


     This was a very ill-advised move, because OP rang first LLDC's oldest daughter, and then his wife.  To their credit, both were horrified at what he'd threatened OP with.  They explained that they had nothing to do with the rental side of their business.

     Inevitably, it went to court.  OP was armed with well over 2,000 photos, itemised receipts and, thanks to her mother being a landlord, an encyclopedic knowledge of rental law.

     Landlordouchecanoe lost, big time, and had to fork over $12,000 in compensation to OP.  Not merely that, he'd been using a Post Office box instead of a proper office, which the courts took an exceedingly dim view of, and he lost his licence to rent properties.

     But wait!  There's more!

     About a year later OP noticed an older, beat-up truck with matey's logo on the side.  Curious, she did a bit of digging.

     He was now divorced.  His ex- had taken him to the cleaners and now owned the business and their house and the big swanky truck and had sued him commercially.  All his properties had been auctioned off.  Ex-wifey and daughter were now running the business under the ex's maiden name, so the only trace of matey's ex-business was that truck logo.  Art!

A bit of a come down

     OP was playing nice, because Conrad would also have dobbed him in to the IRS, since a crook like him would definitely be fiddling his taxes.

     And now I can remove that link from my Favourites.

     You see what happens when you cross the patient and prepared?


Peter, James And Nail

What do they have in common?  Why, they're all types of GUN!

     Yes, another short item from the Power Tools For Clumsy Fools, this being another device that can cause serious injury to the unwary.  Art!


     Pretty obviously, the nails come out with considerable force, as they need to in order to penetrate inch-thick planks and the like.  1,400 feet per second in the more extreme versions, which is the kind of speed at which a bullet travels.  And people using a nail gun are within inches of the muzzle.  Art!  

Nailed him

     One of the contra-indicators for nail gun injuries is that, once you've had a nail perforate your fingers, you tend to let of of the trigger and drop the gun, so there isn't a whole lot of metal hanging out of your hand.


A Cannon For Mister Bannon

Yesteryon I explained how Rudy Giuliani had been threatened with disbarment in the District Of Columbia, thanks to his shameless lying on behalf of DJ Tango - who seems to have lost Rudy's telephone number of late, isn't that strange?

     Another one of Trump's ex-circle is Steve Bannon, the intellectual power behind the throne in the early month's of Darth Marmalade's Presidency.  He resisted via legal recourse as long as he could when subpoenaed to appear in court, drawing the whole process out as long as possible to make a point.  Art!

Buy a comb!

     Now's the time to pay the piper, and his legal team, too, because a New York judge has ordered him to pay $500,000 to his attorneys, who had to sue him when he refused to pay up in February.  Hmmmmm I wonder where he got that idea from?     


"City In The Sky"

The Doctor and Ace have arrived in an eerily silent London, where there are no pedestrians or traffic.

     Ace shivered.  She’d been here more times than she could count and there were always cars and buses and shoppers and tourists.  This felt eerie and wrong.  If this were a film, a gust of wind would blow newspapers up to wrap around their feet and the headline would explain everything.

     The Doctor realised his webstraunt idea wouldn’t hold water.  To judge from the storefronts and the dead traffic lights, there wasn’t any power being supplied to this part of London at least, and the internet would be inaccessible.

     ‘Should we look for a newspaper, Doctor?’ asked Ace, inspired by her recollection of old film clichés.

     ‘Not possible,’ he replied absently.  ‘Print media is extinct in the twenty-first century industrialised world.’  They crossed over the road and began walking.  ‘Let’s take a quick stroll to see what we can see.’ 

     Very little, actually.  Endless closed shops, many with security shutters down.  Ace didn’t think much of twenty-first century fashion, or what she could see of it.  The shoes looked cool, though, including a brutally sculpted pair of what seemed to be Doc Martens for astronauts.  She didn’t recognise much of the electronic stuff.

     Clearly Things Are Afoot.  Come back tomorrow and find out what.


You What?

On it's current showing, Conrad is not worried about a sentient AI taking over the world, because the algorithms came up with the following.  Art!


     Unless the AI directing this content at me has developed a sense of humour, I really don't know what to think.  Since when have I ever evinced a desire to know all there is about wire?  Besides which, if it's 61mm in diameter then it's a cable, not wire any more.  Art!

I rest my case Your Honour


Bah!

No, nothing to do with Bakhmut*.  First Bus, doncha know. I had to uninstall and reinstall their wretched app before I could get access to the e-tickets I'd already purchased, thanks to the app not allowing any access to them as of Sunday.  Honestly, they cause me grief even when I'm not using them.  Art?

"First Bus spokesdemon says 'And?'"


The Ukrainians are now outflanking it to north and south.  Watch this space.

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