I called up a real estate agency regarding a flat and I was told ‘what’s your full name and contact number? We pass it on to the landlord so he can vet people before they come to see the property’
Call me suspicious but I’m pretty sure that means ‘so he can see what your surname is and weed out any ‘undesirables’ without attracting suspicion’.
So maybe the landlord’s racist, xenophobic or sectarian (oh the fun of the Scottish West Coast. A ‘Mc’ surname like mine would rule me out as of Irish origin and thus probably Catholic, even though my dad’s family are not) or there’s the option of some hideous combo of all three.
I am suspicious. But the property had carpets so I just hung up as soon as possible. Too little to go on. It left a bad taste though.
hmm a rejection for a prose poem, never fun late at night (but I check submittable at all hours, of course I do)
It’s not so bad though because today I bought a plush toy version of the black death.
City of Ember
I’m glad I watched this after Metropolis, bit of a visual tribute going on there in the city under the world.
This movie is entirely cute by the way. Evil villain Bill Murray as Mayor of Ember. Giant moth, giant star-nosed mole. The outfits.The weency bits of Wes Anderson style framing. Saoirse Ronan + Harry Treadaway looking all dystopian.