vanderpeijl_28aug06.jpg Continuing in the one-man-war against my landlord, a return shot has been fired, in the form of this letter. In Dutch of course, when the agent and the landlord know full well I dont speak/read/care about (joke) the language of my father country.

Bastards.

Well, if they want me to move, theyre going to have to pay. And I am going to hire Calven Klein models as my removalists.

A collegue (actually my masseur) might be wanting to rent out the 2nd level of his house in the Oud South, which has kind of a Toorak feel, for you melbournites reading. It's about 20x the size of my current place and recently renovated. Its not fully furnished, but I guess a few trips to Ikea will cover that. Its in this street I think.

Thoughts/warnings/jealous rages welcome..