#oneaday Day 532: The Unholy Trinity

Someone found my blog by searching for the terms “trinity estates” southampton today. So I’m assuming that they’re interested in the estate management company that used to be in charge of the apartment block I used to live in on White Star Place in Southampton. This area was also known as College Court, or so the mail that wasn’t for me that kept getting delivered would have it, anyway.

So, hello. How are you? Are you dealing with Trinity Estates? Are you a member of staff from Trinity Estates aiming to see what your company’s social media footprint is? Are you a landlord researching estate management companies prior to making the commitment to purchase an apartment to rent out?

Well, whoever you are, I can say with complete and utter confidence that Trinity Estates are a complete load of old shite. And I can tell you exactly why, too. Some of the reasons are already outlined upon this very blog, but it certainly doesn’t hurt to go over them again for those who haven’t encountered this useless excuse for a company. I’ll say all this with the caveat that I haven’t lived in Southampton since last September and it’s entirely possible that they’ve bucked their ideas up since then, but somehow I doubt it.

Their main problem is their lack of enthusiasm to do anything. They’ll write a letter, sure — in fact they write lots of letters — but when it comes to actually doing anything useful? Nah.

Let’s take one example. The block I lived in had a covered car park at ground level and the apartments started on the first floor (second floor to you Americans). Inside the car park, there were lots of pipes on the ceiling — mostly waste pipes, I believe. One night I heard the sound of running water outside, but didn’t think anything of it — at least not until the next morning, when I had to go and retrieve my car from the car park.

Said car park stank of shite. There was a reason for this. The sound of running water was from one of the pipes on the ceiling which had burst and was, as a result, spraying shitty water everywhere. Fortunately, my car was parked nowhere near the “blast radius”, but several residents’ cars were. One green car in particular was festooned with lumps of crap and wads of bog roll in the morning. I felt sorry for whoever it belonged to.

Several days later, the pipe had been “fixed”. But not in a sensible manner, no. It had been fixed by wrapping duct tape around it. Duct tape that wasn’t very waterproof, meaning it still leaked a bit — though thankfully not quite as much as before.

Then there was the time the basement flooded. In this case, water was actually entering the building and gushing into what turned out to be an electrical cupboard. A phone call to Trinity Estates in this case yielded an uninterested-sounding operator who said he could either get someone down to us the following day (I took great pains to point out the fact that the building was, as I had already said, flooding and presenting an increasing risk of an electrical fire) or immediately, but that there would be a charge for an emergency callout.

Eventually, it transpired that the residents would have to leave the building, because the water and electricity were going to be turned off while the problem was resolved. Thus began several days of sleeping on friends’ floors — actually a relatively welcome diversion as it was not that long previously that things had gone fairly disastrously wrong in my personal life — and wondering exactly how long it would take the company that I described back then as a “festival of incompetence” to sort things out.

To their credit, things were sorted out after several days and we were able to get back in. What they had failed to take into account, however, was the fact that the building was locked with an electronic keypad which doesn’t function when the electricity is off. Fortunately, a drunken chav had had the foresight to tear off the door to the basement/car park entrance to the building in a fit of drunken twattishness, so when I suddenly realised I didn’t have something that I really needed, I could actually get back in without too much difficulty.

As an aside, they also said that the dirty great hole they dug outside the block for the workmen to get in would be guarded by the police 24/7 to ensure that kids wouldn’t play in it. On all the occasions I went back to the block while work was supposedly going on, there were 1) no workmen in the hole 2) no policemen guarding the hole and 3) children playing in the hole. So good work there, then.

In summary, then, oh mysterious reader who came across this page in search of information on Trinity Estates’ work in Southampton — they are shite, and if owning a property involved dealing with them on any level, I would urge you to think very carefully about what you’re getting yourself into — or run away screaming.

If you work at Trinity Estates and you’re reading this, know that you made an otherwise very nice apartment complex into quite an unpleasant place to live at times. Well done.


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5 thoughts on “#oneaday Day 532: The Unholy Trinity

  1. Pete,
    We’re still trying to get rid of them but they are blocking our attempts even though we have the right number of owners. Were you or are you still one of the flat owners?
    Charlie

    1. Hi Charlie! Good to hear that efforts are continuing. I was just a tenant — and am no more, sadly — but good luck with your efforts. I hope you succeed. That block should be a wonderful place to live but the management is just awful. I hope things improve for people there — and that there have been no further basement-flooding incidents!

  2. Got the confirmation last week that we can finally chuck them out. Management services will be under the control of the leaseholders themselves. TFFT!
    I’ll leave you with my favourite Peter Davidson’ Dr Who quote
    “I tried keeping a diary once. Not chronological, of course, but the trouble with time travel is one never seems to find the time”

    1. Congratulations! A victory for common sense and people who don’t like sewage being spewed all over their cars. I hope it all works out for the best for you all. Best of luck!

  3. Loved your blog, really made me smile. We removed Trinity Estates from our apartments in Sportcity Manchester in August 2010 and we haven’t looked back.

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