May 26, 2011 § Leave a comment
Decay, dilapidation, demolition.
Lately, my life has been overtaken by, and forcibly devoted to, the annual ballache that is flat-hunting. Annual in regularity is this event because of the perpetual trap of too many dictatorial constraints, all of which filter through from the all-pervasive annoyance known to far too many UK-dwellers as overpriced housing and insufficient funds. The chasmic disparity between these two factors is, of course, amplified in London, where I find myself once again in the daily-escalating panic to find anything that’ll vaguely do simply because it’s next to impossible to secure a London home once you’ve had to leave the capital. And so it goes on.
Anyway, I was remembering Mordant Music‘s 2010 collaboration with the BFI on the DVD MisinforMation, of which the above section A Double Room In A Single Bed forms part. With its 1970 Ideal Homes images set to a sampling of 1983’s Tackling Priority Estates, the juxtaposition of promise and consequent reality seemed rather fitting. This is, of course, a vast subject that could and should be examined further, but that’s a whole other show. For today, a topical illustration of how it feels to be faced with paying £270-per-week for a tiny shithole of a one-bedroom flat. A flat with three different types of mismatched, 20-year-old-looking, Holiday Inn-style carpeting in an area so unsavoury I’d not be able to go round the corner for a pint of milk in the daytime without the greatest concerns I’d likely get raped, murdered and raped again. At a cost of £270 every week. Hopeless and utterly disillusioning is how it feels.