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JohnC said:'do you know which agent/landlord rents the places in long Marsh Lane'
No, they're all sorts really. There are a couple at the top of Market Street that rent out stuff (opposite Waterstones) but to get a place through them you generally have to put down a month in advance, an enormous deposit and a kidney, just in case you're tempted to steal a piece of rancid carpet when you leave.
Personally I'd stick to Single Step's noticeboards and, an often surprising gem, the boards in the entrance hall to the Gregson. I was looking at them a few days ago and they've got a few ads for accomodation up there. If you can get a place in LML, Primrose or Moorlands, they're all nice places to live (though the hills will kill you).
Regarding music - Yorkshire House (Indie), Gregson (World, Ska, all kinds), John O'Gaunt (jazz), the Farmer's Arms (Odds 'n Sods) and, er, that's about it really. The Ring O'Bells has turned into a really drecky pub over the last couple of years.
If you like reviewing music, Virtual Lancaster and the Gregson newsletter will love you. Biggest band here recently was, I think, Chumba, down at the Station in Morecambe a few weeks back. The nightclubs are all shite for chavs as far as I can see. Preston's good for music (allegedly).
There's a fair bit of activism going on here - animal rights, anti-fascism etc. PM me for more details if you want.
And, of course, welcome to Lancaster...![]()
Cheers mate-am somewhat dubious about letting agents for the reasons you've mentioned-sodding inventory costs and key deposits
Shame I missed Chumbawumba. Good to know some underground stuff going on too..
I think with all the butter pies I will be eating, could do with a few hills to walk up to my new house. My list of places to go to on Saturday is getting longer and longer...You are on my 'buy a pint' for list too now (they do cost a quid up there, don't they?
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Am too scared to lie tbh. My mate got evicted when her cat was seen in the window and my cat loves sitting in windows and just would rather not take the risk-have a terror of lying ever since wehn telling my boss I was sick and going to a festival, my house burnt down. It was all in the papers about one of the residents being at a festie but my boss thought i was dead after seeing the gutted house I was meant to be in and it all got so complicated and awful and swore never ever to lie again
