Crime. You’re on benefits for a reason. There may be something wrong with you. You’ve got no other income coming in. This means that if damages arise, you probably don’t have any means to pay for a repair which can escalate to other damages. Or you might engage in criminal activity to generate income but these crimes are happening on the premises. If you get arrested, how is the landlord going to get paid? You could also sell off your landlord’s appliances and disappear. Although he could claim this through insurance; it’s going to be a hassle to replace these and it could delay getting other tenants in. They’re also looking for someone long-term that they can rely on for investments rather than having to constantly seek out new tenants every time something changes. They want you to care about the property and not let a mountain of problems build up before they can’t be fixed.
Adventures of Mr. Paul
Musings and misadventures of a wannabe writer...
Saturday, 17 October 2026
Friday, 16 October 2026
The Lookout #habberley 42
Thursday, 15 October 2026
Sing a Rock Song
I’m a bit worried that this will end up like karaoke. There’s thousands of rock songs to choose from and it’s probably going to me a different one every time. There’s probably not going to be a single musical instrument and then I’ll have to try and identify it. It’ll be even more annoying if she hums. The first time I ask, a rap is produced about the tasks that she can do, complete with backing drums. The second one has a few guitar chords, but I did ask it to sing me a rock song. Maybe my definition of rock is different to everyone else’s. But this one’s full of puns as it includes tectonic plates and Geology as well. I try again and I get a third rap about Math which is a bit shorter than the others. My last attempt just gives me stone silence. Maybe she’s had enough.
Wednesday, 14 October 2026
Trust Fall #habberley 41
Tuesday, 13 October 2026
Cornwall QI #dreamdiary 227
Me and my Uncle have come down for a look around Port Issac. Cornwall has been invaded by an influx of hipsters lately in that people are posting graffiti around the villages with QR codes which takes people to harmful or malicious websites when they scan it with a mobile phone. As we park in the village, a purple double-decker bus drives past which wouldn’t be out of place in a scene from Harry Potter. The driver gets out and warns us of the dangers of taking photos of the images as smartphones are quick to detect the link held within, and unsuspecting people believe that they’ve found a secret hidden ‘Easter Egg’ which takes them to a website to find out more about the artist. Fortunately, I’ve got common sense, but a lot of people have been swindled. I leave my Uncle there and head to the Welsh border for a swim.
Sunday, 11 October 2026
The Drunken Sailor
From the outside, you can see that they’ve put a lot of effort into the place. Its building is sheltered enough to be away from bad weather but close enough to the centre, local hotels and main routes to be noticed. Its roof is built to look like the outside of a ship. You might think that that’s a balcony overlooking the stage but that room is reserved for something else. There’s a few outside tables for street seating and inside there’s high stools with burning coal tables and large heaters. Then there’s a main bar inside with a central stage and seating to the side with a pool table to keep the locals happy. Drinks are reasonable; the cocktails are a bit dear but you get strong measures with all the trimmings. The wait staff aren’t keen to keep tabs; maybe because they don’t keep track of people when the show starts. They pride on getting the numbers in.
