Viewing a Flat in London: What's the Catch?

Here we are! Welcome to your future home!

That's a bold claim. We haven't even opened the door.

Trust me, this one's an absolute gem.

Hmm, the listing described it as 'cosy'.

In my experience, that's estate agent code for tiny.

Voilà! Open-plan living at its very finest!

Wait, is this the whole flat?

It's what we call a clever use of space!

I can reach the kettle without getting out of bed.

Exactly! Breakfast in bed, every single morning!

And what's that dark patch above the window?

Ah, that... That's a bit of character, really.

That's damp. I'd recognise it anywhere.

I'm afraid the landlord's aware and looking into it.

Looking into it, or just looking at it?

But look at this location! The area's so vibrant!

Vibrant? What exactly do you mean by vibrant?

Well, there's a lively little pub just downstairs.

Hang on, is that karaoke? At four in the afternoon?

Think of it as free entertainment, seven nights a week!

Right. So, what's the rent, and are bills included?

It's sixteen hundred and fifty pounds a month.

Bills are extra, and, um, there's a six-week deposit.

Six weeks? I believe deposits are legally capped at five.

Oh... did I say six? Five, of course. My mistake.

Look, I'm not saying no, but let's be realistic.

Given the damp and the nightly karaoke,

fifteen hundred seems far more reasonable.

Fifteen hundred? The landlord will have a fit!

Then he can sing about it downstairs.

Good news! He'll do fifteen fifty if you sign today.

Tempting, but I never sign anything on the spot.

Send me the contract, and I'll sleep on it.

Of course! Just don't sleep on it for too long!

Don't worry. If it's yes, I'll sing it from the pub.