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Written by rosalind renshaw

As talk surfaces of a stock market float for Foxtons, you may have wondered what it would be like to be driven around in one of those foxy little Foxtons cars.

Every estate agent’s dream – or every estate agent’s idea of a nightmare?

Well, a journalist recently went in one and reckoned she’d have had a better reception if she’d been clocked in a Nazi tank. People glared and curled their lips, apparently.

Mind you, it was Brixton.

Not that we’re saying there’s anything wrong with Brixton. But (a) it’s not Belgravia and (b) it’s where Foxtons have opened up in what was formerly probably Brixton’s idea of a health food shop – a popular quick noodle joint.

You can read about the experience here. You’ll need to scroll down a bit to ‘My Faustian pact with an estate agent’.

Meanwhile, Foxtons’ opening party in Brixton seems to suggest that this particular part of London may, or may not be, the agent’s natural home. See the second link.




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    Could not think of anything worse!!!!

    • 25 March 2013 13:32 PM
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    I can confirm it isn't me. The trousers are too long, I don't have a crumpled, double vent, jacket, the hair is too long at the back and it would take a gallon of Just for Men to hide my greying temples.

    • 25 March 2013 08:27 AM
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    Who does that look like? slightly chunky bloke, dark suit, devil pattern hairline, slap bang in the centre of the photo of the Urban75 Blog?

    Could that be the back of the normally camera shy Robert May? if it is it looks as if he has let himself go. Crumpled and chunky wasn't normally his style.

    Why would he be there? is this the big money project alluded to last week?

    • 25 March 2013 07:05 AM
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