Tired and still flat hunting...

I'm sitting here drinking poison wine. I tried all evening not to buy a bottle but after a rubbish day flathunting, I just had to. I am house sitting for my friend in Westminster, literally right by the London Eye. I hopped on over to the newsagents/off licence and bought a suspicious looking bottle of "Italian Pinot Grigio" for £3.99, the cheapest in the shop. The guy smirked as he sold it to me. I could practically read his mind, "You cheap student buying that cheap nasty plonk." Oh well it's sort of drinkable.

So I am in this flat for a week while the search continues. The first flat I went to view today was the grimmest so far. Actually I didn't see it, no one was in but the following put me off;

1. In a scummy area, in a scummy block
2. No lock on front door, there may as well have been a sign up saying "rob us all"
3. There were people screaming in neighbouring flats
4. It smelt of wee

Oh and the person who was meant to be showing me round, wasn't in, so there's a problem right there. I consoled myself with a foamy coffee and massacred a muffin in Cafe Nero. Then met Claire, who bless her, listened to me whine, told me to look for jobs in New York and bought me a cranberry juice. She is such a star.

Decided I am going to chase up my job applications now as I am getting fed up of hearing nothing. So called Bloomberg to see if they had my application. Got put through to the New York office, turns out they haven't so had to re-submit. Where the hell did it go? The depths of cyber space I presume....

I need a get rich quick scheme, or maybe I'll buy a ticket for Euro millions tomorrow night...now that's an idea...