September 2002 Archives
September 30, 2002
The smell of freshly-sawn MDF tangs at my nose as I ascend the staircase, emerging into some weird minimalist white view of hell. It's a pleasant enough space, but I now know that the 'Ikea chic' of the catalogue is far more carefully-considered than one might expect. This is simply empty. The immaculately-quoiffed sales exec executes a commendable impression of someone who isn't turning her nose up at me, and asks what sort of price I'm looking at.
"Well," I bluster, "around here, I guess a two-bedroom flat is around a hundred thousand. So these places are - what - double that sort of money?"
She smiles graciously, evidently relieved that her judgement is sound and she read me right. "More like double that."
Oh. P'raps not, then.
I nose around for a few minutes, grateful the decor is so clinically vile, before escaping through the MDF gauntlet.
"The exchange", in case you were wondering, not that there's any information there.
September 14, 2002
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September 3, 2002
And so it continues. Srebrenica was one of the worst episodes in European history in fifty years. Possibly the worst. And here we're told that it never happened.