Well.... i am currently selling my house, and today had an open house from half one to half two, which meant basically anyone can go and view the house without an appointment.

Well... the estate agent picked the key up from my partner (Mike) at 1pm as neither of us could get out of work for a full hour...... mike went hone at 1.30pm just to make sure that matey boy had found his way round ok, only to walk in through the front door, wide open, to hear matey boy upstairs in the spare room, playing the guitar!

Now, this guitar hasnt been touched for years, and its tucked right in a corner, behind a desk and an amp and a bin, so the little scrote must have made a fair effort to get to it, probably having to climb on the desk! Cheeky little shit!

needless to say mike went mental and frog marched him out the house...... now this little shit had already been in the house fo half an hour on his own, so what the fuck else had he been doing?!

oooooooh makes my blood boil.

so i got on the phone to the manager, who was gobsmacked, called the little shit in who apparently started crying! yeah yeah.....

I'm still in shock though.

So, William H Brown will not be having my business.