As we enter summer 2022, there is a markedly feral energy about the capital. It’s 35C on the regular (probably more like 50 on the Central Line), everyone’s striking, airlines are cancelling flights like it’s going out of fashion and you have to take out a three-month payment plan to buy a tub of Lurpak. Add to the mix a crazy scramble for flats and you’ve got a collective nervous breakdown.
It will probably come as a surprise to nobody that life as a young private renter in London has seen better days. We’ve all looked in horror at pictures of Zone 2 flats the size of parking spaces where the toilet doubles as a kitchen sink and they charge extra rent for the mice. But this summer is more cut-throat than ever, particularly when it comes to flatshares.
