here’s a great story to show the smallness of melbourne (and actually… the world).
a friend of mine in london is buying a flat in melbourne. i offered to go over and check it out so she sends me an email with the contact at the estate agent. it turns out the name of the estate agent is familiar to me. it’s the same agent that my x flatmates mentioned. the x flatmates that didnt want anyone to know they were gay, that were receiving late payment notices under the door but telling me everything was fine, that tried to screw me out of $200 because i didn’t give them their keys back asap (after my repeated attempts to return the keys).
and now i have the estate agent’s name appear on my computer. hmm. i might just have to have a convo with her about some of her tenants. 