So, walking home from work, yesterday afternoon, minding my own buisness. When up strides my in-bred city hillbilly neighbour's sister--the one that was sharing a bed with him. Well, she's moved her bed into his lounge/kitchen, and apparently, now her drug-dealing son, recently relessed from jail, has also moved into the tiny apartment, and is sharing her brother's bed. Lovely.
Anyway, she strides up to me, all teary-eyed, and says, "Oh, I'm so glad I ran into you." This is nearly a literal statement, as the woman tends to put her face about 1 inch from yours, when she talks, which isn't fun, as she's a heavy smoker--bleh.
So, seems brother dear had an agreement to make weekly payments to National Grid (don't get me started about the chav-bast*ards that run National Grid), and they shut his power off.
So, I get the pleading, sobbing request for them to use one of my outlets to plug a light in, so they can see, until they can get the power turned back on, in a few days.
Well, I am not completely a soft touch, but I wouldn't want someone to be in the dark (apparently they'd never heard of candles or kerosene lamps). Anyway, I run my utility lead from my bathroom outlet, out into the hall--then, as she's thanking me, sister says, "Oh, I'm so happy. Now I can watch American Idol." Huh? 
She had told me it was for a lamp....I guess they use the telly as a lamp? Ah well, guess there's a sucker born every minute, ey? Gosh, am I living in a sit-com world, or what?
