It was literally that for the Flea's friend JLo when she learnt exactly who/what her live-in landlord was. A traumatic episode - it's not everyday that you find out your landlord/housemate is being convicted because they are a child porn downloading pervert who secretly took photos of schoolgirls and filmed up women's skirts at supermarkets.
So JLo is looking for a new abode whilst her landlord got sentenced yesterday as reported on BBC news. For anyone interested there's a room going for rent in Haringey, North London - landlord isn't around much and for the security conscious there's a hidden camera system (would suit young female exhibitionist).
Seriously though, it's all very disturbing to have something like this happen to somebody you know. Hopefully JLo's only misfortune was to have shared a house with this guy as she had no idea about anything untoward until last night.
28.4.06
20.4.06
Fleacrastination
Yep, it's been a while since the Flea last bounced away on his keyboard to add to this sometime blog; calendar-heads will note the first quarter of the year has managed to slip by...
And what has this period seen? The Flea has been away working on other projects whilst still finding the time to enjoy London's social scene with friends, soon-to-be-friends and the ones that got away.
Recently he ventured south of the river to unleapt territory and whilst the evening out was nice enough, the journey back north was more epic than he'd have liked. He met an Aussie on the King's Cross bound bus who seemed to be attempting a circumnavigation of London on the way home and was more lost than a fart in a gale.
The Flea walked our lost antipodean down to the West End where the right bus left from, then jumped on his regular N29 where a bunch of drunken idiots were attempting a fight despite the twenty people in between them on the packed bus (until they got kicked off at the next stop). What fun.
And what has this period seen? The Flea has been away working on other projects whilst still finding the time to enjoy London's social scene with friends, soon-to-be-friends and the ones that got away.
Recently he ventured south of the river to unleapt territory and whilst the evening out was nice enough, the journey back north was more epic than he'd have liked. He met an Aussie on the King's Cross bound bus who seemed to be attempting a circumnavigation of London on the way home and was more lost than a fart in a gale.
The Flea walked our lost antipodean down to the West End where the right bus left from, then jumped on his regular N29 where a bunch of drunken idiots were attempting a fight despite the twenty people in between them on the packed bus (until they got kicked off at the next stop). What fun.
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