The Anonymous Widower

Where Is Roy Brooks When You Need Him?

I was taken over a property tonight, that if the owner had wanted to sell it, he’d have been in great need of the estate agent, who could sell anything; Roy Brooks.

This article sums up the Roy Brooks, that everybody knew from his adverts in the Sunday papers. Here’s a paragraph from the article.

Who could resist making an app-ointment to view a bargain described thus: “Wanted: Someone with taste, means and a stomach strong enough to buy this erstwhile house of ill-repute in Pimlico. It is untouched by the 20th century as far as conveniences for even the basic human decencies are concerned. Although it reeks of damp or worse, the plaster is coming off the walls and daylight peeps through a hole in the roof, it is still habitable judging by the bed of rags, fag ends and empty bottles in one corner. Plenty of scope for the socially aspiring to express their decorative taste and get their abode in The Glossy, and nothing to stop them putting Westminster on their notepaper. Comprises 10 rather unpleasant rooms with slimy back yard, 4,650 Freehold. Tarted up, these houses make 15,000.”

There is also a book on Roy called Brothel in Pimlico.  It sounds like a must-have for every toilet!

The trouble is do we miss Roy’s humour or honest estate agents most?

September 20, 2012 - Posted by AnonW | World | Housing, Humour