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When a politician is in opposition he is an expert on the means to some end; and when he is in office he is an expert on the obstacles to it.


When I first moved to Hobart I lived in this house, my bedroom was in the window on the left right. The Tasmanian Premier at the time lived in the same street, but somewhat depressingly, I lived in the worst-maintained house in the whole of Battery Point. I blamed Uni housing. The rent was just $45 a week. They've painted the fence and planted some shrubs. It is a vast improvement.

You used to be able to sit in the loungeroom (at the centre of the house), and see outside through the gaps in the walls. The kitchen featured windows to two of the bedrooms. It smelt. One bloke skipped without paying the rent. Another bloke was insane. Seriously, he moved in straight from the psych ward. His counsellor spoke to me about it. He ate all of my food within two days. He didn't flush the toilet. Number twos too. He left lights on an doors open day and night. I moved out within the week. I don't miss it. Much.

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Colette Amelia said…
The fence and rose bushes are lovely! It is difficult living with strangers, and it is when you live with someone that you really find out the person they are.
Baino said…
Battery Point's quite posh these days isn't it?
Unknown said…
Well it certainly looks improved. Your week there has the makings of an interesting movie, Kris. ;)

Hey, are those bees I see in those bushes??
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, strangers can be easier than friends sometimes. I know of plenty of people who moved in with good friends but parted on bad terms.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, it was posh then too, but you still had the odd uni-housing rental house like this one. They've all been cashed in now though!

It was a slum not that long ago, I'm told (thirty or so years...).
Kris McCracken said…
Thiên, that was only the last week. I was there for a more sedate six months before that.
KL said…
Don't you miss those lives? Perhaps, I graduated in 2005 and that's why I miss it so much. Maybe I should again get into uni life (though I am in an uni life but as a prof and that's not fun :-| ) as a student again. Any use of us there in Hobart?
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I don't miss the carry on. I do miss the silence though.
Sue said…
I have lived in many, many, many share houses over the years...but the hardest people I have ever shared a home with are Cody and Zac! Because I am not allowed, by law, to evict them (something about them being my responsibility because I gave birth to them! Damn the small print!) As I said to Cody the other day...if he was a fella I was married to, I would have divorced him a few years ago and been rid of him!
BTW...didn't you live with Jase for a while? Hope that's not him you are referring to?? hehehe
No rent! Bad odours! Food gone! Insane people! No flushing! Lights left on! That list of complaints just sounds what it is like at my place most days NOW!!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, no, Jason was by far the easiest of all flatmates. While being a cleaning Nazi would grate with some, it was better than the opposite (which is more the norm). Plus, he bought with him the Internet and Pay TV, which was okay for about ten minutes there.

Henry is right up there with bad flatmates, particularly as he has gne right off pooing in the toilet of late.
Anonymous said…
Just let me think! Didn't you marry one of your flatmates? Now who could that have been? Oh yeah, Jennifer. The mother to my grandchildren. Thank you.
I do remember driving to Hobart to argue your case for moving from Battery Point though.
One idiot too many.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, she moved in AFTER I started seeing her.
Anonymous said…
Same old same old. Don't get pedantic with me.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it is not a minor point.

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