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Fitz-what?
May. 11th, 2007 01:04 amConsider the following scenario:
- A Georgian house in one of the more desirable parts of central London. High ceilings, wooden floorboards, potted palms in the conservatory. Round the corner from Virginia Woolf in fact.
- Owned by a former hot-shot banker and occasional academic who has turned to helping people who are seeking refugee status in the UK after being tortured in their home country. In particular, GLBT people who are seeking refugee status in the UK after being tortured in their home country.
- Run as a sort of German post-70s WG with two existing tenants (one a transsexual teenage college student and drummer from Uganda; the other was asleep).
- Various people drifting in and out, eating, making tea, and having conversations ranging from pre-British rule Indian history via places to hang out in Brixton, via Gordon Brown, to broadband internet providers. In English, French, German and Arabic. And occasional bits of Luganda and Kurdish.
- The house being, unsurprisingly, a tip. The kitchen needs a good scrubbing (but is well stocked).
If I want, I can move in. Am I totally crazy to be kind of enchanted by the idea?
- A Georgian house in one of the more desirable parts of central London. High ceilings, wooden floorboards, potted palms in the conservatory. Round the corner from Virginia Woolf in fact.
- Owned by a former hot-shot banker and occasional academic who has turned to helping people who are seeking refugee status in the UK after being tortured in their home country. In particular, GLBT people who are seeking refugee status in the UK after being tortured in their home country.
- Run as a sort of German post-70s WG with two existing tenants (one a transsexual teenage college student and drummer from Uganda; the other was asleep).
- Various people drifting in and out, eating, making tea, and having conversations ranging from pre-British rule Indian history via places to hang out in Brixton, via Gordon Brown, to broadband internet providers. In English, French, German and Arabic. And occasional bits of Luganda and Kurdish.
- The house being, unsurprisingly, a tip. The kitchen needs a good scrubbing (but is well stocked).
If I want, I can move in. Am I totally crazy to be kind of enchanted by the idea?
