Tuesday, June 24, 2008

A BIJOU REFUGE IN THE CREDIT CRUNCH NIGHTMARE

Fuel prices have accelerated like Lewis Hamilton before he lost the plot, the increased cost of domestic energy is sending temperatures and tempers soaring, and food prices have shot up like a GM crop.

And the cost of buying a house is dropping like an estate agent’s income. So it’s not all bad news then.

Yes, sorry, all you struggling estate agents – but it’s hard to feel anything except ‘serves the bastards right’.

The way they piss you around, the way they play off buyer against buyer to up their commission, the way they tell blatant untruths to sellers and buyers and even enquirers. They have probably caused more anguish and misery in the past five years than Simon Cowell or Heather Mills or David Dickinson or Jade Goody or Steve McClaren or either of those two twotish boy scouts who do the sport on BBC Breakfast – combined.

The word comeuppance springs to mind.

Good word.

Makes me want to smile.

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