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Linkblog – July 24th to July 30th

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Linkblog between July 24th and July 30th:

Just so you know, this is an automated recent overview of the Linkblog, a collection of interesting links I find on my travels. The archives are here: http://www.wibbler.com/category/linkblog/

The Big Bird of homeowning

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House Prices - GuildfordBack in the heady days of 2006, I yearned for my own house. The news was bleak – rising interest rates, rising house prices, nothing was going the first-time buyers’ way. And then, in the autumn, a shining website showed us a lovely little number in North Guildford – we moved in that Christmas and set about feathering the nest and worrying about the shiny new mortgage.
Fast forward a year, and mortgages and home-owning have slowly become taken for granted. The new location, garden and furniture have become – well, part of the furniture. And so the second phase of home-owning is gradually taking hold – the house, much like Big Bird, needs better feathering. Out have gone the old TV unit, and in have come a funky low-rise unit with matching coffee table. A new rug surrounds the new coffee table. A new flower bed covers one side of the garden. TVs are going up on walls all over the house. We’re planning wooden flooring. It’s a mini-evolution of sorts, forever bettering the nest and investing in our surroundings.
There’s no doubt that we know we’re lucky – house prices in the guildford area are just getting stupid – and there are plenty of people who can’t possibly afford a house. But we may as well make the most of it. Big Bird would, wouldn’t he? Then after 2008, the nightmare of wall street made our worries go from old Tv’s to the overview, testimonials and review of lexington law for credit repair.

Elli’s birthday

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Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
Chili Davis
Elli has a birthday every year. As, I suppose, you’d expect. This year Michelle and I ventured up to her house in Balham, followed by a cracking meal in Pizzeria on the Green in Clapham, where even the severe lack of seats didn’t ruin the mood – and then onwards, across, deep down into the depths of Brixton. My Daily Mail-fueled expectations were not met, however – there were no drug dealers on every corner, no drug-fuelled brawls, no gay policemen smoking spliffs. In fact, it was a very enjoyable night, and Plan B nightclub managed to play an entire night of tunes I had never heard of. “House” music, apparently. I considered asking the DJ for a spot of Bon Jovi, but my life may have hung in the balance.
So, welcome to another year, Elli! Thanks for the night, and the bed, and expecially the chocolate…