Ladies & gents I give you, Mode 2. One of my absolute favourite artists. I suppose it’s a bit of an acquired taste but I’m in love with his work, sadly seems quite difficult to find.
Came across this peach earlier, for more like it head here https://www.facebook.com/futuregarage & thank me later
The hunt is over
It’s a been a while since I last put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard I should say. Been a bit hectic the last week!
As you’ll know if you’ve read my previous posts I’ve had a lot of interviews with prospective house mates over the last week (around 20 in total, yawn). Happy to report we’ve found two very normal, very likeable people that are moving in with us!
I would love to regale you all with stories of the weird & wonderful while searching for house-mates but sadly it was all pretty….dull. Quite sad really! I’m not sure what I was expecting, I think I was expecting people to come over & you know, 2 guys, 1 girl, hilarity ensues sitcom style. Sadly not quite how it turned out, I started to realise pretty quickly that interviewing people & having near identical conversations over & over starts to get pretty old pretty quickly.
Thankfully it’s all done & dusted now, one has already moved in, she’s only been here a day & she’s cooked me & my other house-mate dinner already. Apple crumble included! I think it’s safe to say we made the right decision.
I’m not sure why she had so many bin liners & power tools but I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation.The other new house-mate moves in on Thursday which I’m looking forward to greatly, more free dinner hopefully. I’ll hint, strongly.
The only thing worth mentioning from the interviews are my notes on our very first interviewee, suffice to say she didn’t get a call. 
Housemate questions!
After long deliberation I’ve decided to put the fate of my potential new housemates in the hands of tumblr (probably an idea I will immediately regret).
What do you think I should ask during our viewings later on?
Hunt for a housemate; Commence phase one
So, as some of you may know from my previous post we’re currently looking for 2 housemates & we’ve got our first round of viewings tonight! Exciting stuff.
My housemate duly informs me we’ve got 4 girls coming over (not all at once thankfully, I’d definitely have a rabbit in the headlights style, frozen in place response) & as is always the way, I look like shit. My skin has decided that today must be the day to showcase what a bad diet, lack of exercise & alcohol abuse will do to you but fear not, my charm, wit, natural charisma & obvious modesty remain unaffected.
I would love to say I’ve done some kind of preparation for these viewings but the sad truth is other than Facebook stalking potential candidates (come onnnn, you know you would aswell) I’ve done nothing! When I was looking for a new place answering the same questions over & over again started to grate pretty quickly. You know the ones;
‘So, tell us something about yourself’ - This question saps a little bit of my soul every time. I can wiggle one of my ears, is that really the kind of stuff you’re gonna base a decision on? How are you supposed to answer that?
‘What do you do?’ - So what you’re really asking is ‘Can you pay the rent on time?’
‘What do you like to do in your spare time?’ - Time to make yourself seem cultured, my answer; ‘Well I like to read, write, I have my own blog you know so I kinda like to stay pretty active, get out & take some pictures when I can. Just try to keep myself busy really’ The truth; ‘Watch porn & knock one out man, gotta get that five a day! Other than that just watch telly & films in bed while simultaneously trying to see how many biscuits I can fit in my mouth. I know, I’m a catch’
I am determined not to ask any of these questions. However, while thinking about how determined I am not to ask these questions I’ve kinda realised that I don’t know what I should ask them. Research needed I think!
Wish me luck, I’ll report back later with (hopefully) funny things to say about the viewings!
Sometimes, when you can’t sleep & you trawl through the internet, digging through all the stuff you wish you had time to look at normally you get rewarded. Tonight has been one of those nights.
Sampha’s voice is gorgeous, so glad I found this.
This guy is my hero!
Hunt for a housemate; the dream
So the two girls we live with at the moment are moving out in a couple of weeks & me & my remaining house mate have belatedly begun the search.
Long & hard we discussed who we might like as new house mates. ‘if we get a couple of guys in we can play xbox all day & no one’s gonna whinge about it’
‘yeah & we could have a fridge dedicated solely to beer’
both scenarios were greeted with broad smiles & nods, ‘awesome’.
Then came the doubts ‘but if we have a house full of guys, who’s gonna bring the girls round?’ ‘who’s gonna nag us into doing the cleaning? This place would be a shithole in like 2 weeks dude’. Awesome though the thought of a man metropolis, filled with long nights of beer fuelled gaming was, we decided we needed a woman.
I mean, it’s nice to have a feminine touch around the place & when you live with a woman it kinda embarrasses you into not living like an animal. Which in my experience is, given the chance, what men will do happily without so much as batting an eyelid. Besides, women are women & that means only one thing. They know other women.
Upon realising this, the pendulum of the conversation began to swing rapidly in the other direction ‘dude, who knows more women than one woman?’ ‘two women’ ‘& how many rooms do we have free?’ ‘two’. That was our eureka moment, our man creates fire moment, eyes locked, faces turned to focused determination. There & then a silent agreement was reached. Two men, thinking the same thing. Knowing what needed to be done.
Our advert went up last night, girls only. We’ve had 20+ responses already & amidst furious facebooking 8 viewings have been pencilled in. My personal favourite, 2 Spanish friends who want to better their English by living with locals.
Upon hearing the word Spanish my mind immediately conjured up images of a mixture between Eva Green & Penelope Cruz, dough eyed & needing a strong man to show them around Bristol. The fantasy of forthcoming nights filled with beer fuelled gaming are long gone only to be replaced with cold nights in, low lighting, soft jazz, Paella, Spanish Merlot flowing at the same pace as the conversation & long, lingering looks over the dinner table.
Knowing my luck they’ll look more like this;
But a man can dream!
