Tickets for The Who went on sale last Sunday. At $99 to $199. Yikes. I considered booking, depending on whether or not good but cheap seats could be had. But then I found the damn Ticketek web site demanding some long-forgotten username and password (with no hints on the e-mail they had sent me), so decided stuff it, I’ll save my money for a better cause. And as the friend who originally got me into The Who commented, with now half the original band gone, it should be called Who’s Left.

That house I looked at a few weeks ago, the one that required everything under the sun to be done to it (or you could flatten it I suppose), sold last Saturday for $441,500. Words fail me. People say the bottom has dropped out the real estate market, but it seems ludicrous prices still abound. All the more reason for the aspiring first home owner like me to save my $99 and not blow it all at once on a concert ticket, I suppose.

Meanwhile the house next to where I used to live, having sold for just under half a million three years ago, is up for sale again. I’m not sure what the house itself is like because I never looked inside it, but at least it’s on a huge block of land, and hey, those annoying neighbours they used to have next door have moved out now…

Now, if it would just stop pissing down rain before I have to leave the house to go to work, that would be ideal.