I was born in Sydney Australia to an English Father. So even though I was not born on British soil, in many ways I was born British. I am an Anglo-Australian even though I hate calling myself Australian because I’d rather go for England over Australia any day of the week.
My mother is a New Zealander of Irish Catholic decent. To the Maori people my mother is a "Pakeha" meaning white person or European. My mother was one of 9 children. She had 4 sisters and 4 brothers. Now being one of 9 children means that you’re going to end up with allot of Nephews and Nieces. My mother has 25 of them.
My mother moved to Australia in the 1970’s and within 3 years she married an Anglo man from Middlesbrough and had 3 children. I lived all of my 29 years in Australia. I went to New Zealand at age 2 and 5 but I didn't return until I was 20.
When you have spent some 16 years away from New Zealand or 25 years away from England you kind of forget what your background is and who you're extended relatives are. You know someone and you meet them once or twice but then all of a sudden your relationship goes fucking sour and you don't like them.
One of my Aunts in New Zealand has been a nasty lady to everyone. My own father had the balls to say to his sister in law "I don't like you" and that’s what cause my Aunt to be a total bitch to me.
I arrived in London 13th June 2011. Some 40 years after my father sailed out of Southampton. In the city of London resides a man names Charles and a man name John. Both of these men are blood brothers but what make it interesting is they are my mother’s Nephews. In the 25 years I have not met them and they have not seen me but they are my Cousins.
Between 2006 and 2011 was the time i got to know my New Zealand cousins a bit more. So I went to London to meet both of them. I arrived in Dalston on a hot summer day and I saw my Cousin John waiting for me at the station. 25 years apart but we were reunited in the biggest cities of the world
Now the hard things is John has allot more intelligence than I have, So he is allot more smarter than I am, but we all do the dumb things. My cousin John came to the UK on an Irish passport because of his ancestors. I became a British citizen because of my father. But does this make me more European than he is? It does because my father was Anglo Saxon English born in mainland UK and his parents were born in the dominion of New Zealand even though they are Irish descent.
I wanted to move to the UK so bad because I have had shit times in Australia because nobody gave me the chance to work in the bar or a hotel. So on a visit to meet my Cousin John I told him how I wanted to move to the UK.
J was discouraging me from moving to the UK because he says the pay is shit and people don't drink. Well that does make him unsupportive but the thing that I question so much is why do so many stupid Australian and New Zealanders waste their time, their life and their rent money in LONDUMB when they could have stayed in their imperialist capitalist nations and earned more money?
The next day John said it might be good if I moved here because of better experiences. So off I went on my shoestring tour of Europe.
On the 27th June 2011 I arrived in Birmingham, the home of Heavy Metal. I fell in love with this city, it only has a population of a million, it’s a melting pot of culture, Queen Elizabeth Hospital has the best doctors and specialist in the world and it just attracted me to Birmingham.
I got back on the bus to London the next day where I saw my cousin John waiting at the bus station. We took the tube out west and I was reunited with my Awesome Cousin Charles. He had been living in the UK since the mid-90s he came over and did some labor work but he eventually became a radiographer, met a French lady and had 2 girls. My Cousin Charles is so awesome we share the same passion for Heavy Metal as he’s the only Cousin I could ever call a metalhead.
13 months later I got off an $800 flight from Kuala Lumpur to London. I went back to Dalston to see my Cousin J but only to realize he has moved to Whitechapel and is in love. At first meeting I felt that his girlfriend was a nice lady and my Cousin was happy to see me again. But it all went sour in the days ahead
I was being a black cat sleeping at their feet and relying on them as I dropped in unexpectedly from Kuala Lumpur when I should have been in Ankara. In the few nights I stayed in Whitechapel I realized that after all my Cousin John was still unsupportive and how hurt I was that I spent 25 years away from this clown and to meet him where he discouraged me from moving to the UK when i am allot more British and European than he is.
My relationship with my cousin went from sour to bullshit. I didn't like the woman he was in love with. Bronwenwas a total tramp who swore at my cousin for stuffing up her bike. She insulted my adversities that I have and she called me a terrorist because I’d would like to bash faux guide in Morocco who keep fucking with me. In the end Bronwen was a just being a total bitch!
The last thing she said to me was "don't give lip to any border guard". I would never bitch to any fucking border guard even if they confiscated my passport and asked for 100 GBP or they put me in a slammer because of my British passport.
The issue is I am sick of authorities in Australia and New Zealand being fucking paranoid to me and bothering me on the way out of Sydney Airport for not fucking reason even when I have a valid visa to visit my stoner friends in the Islamic Republic of Iran. Australian and New Zealand are paranoid imperialist state and people like me should just jump ship back to Europe.
The last thing I ever said to my Cousin John was I won't be attending anymore stupid reunion in New Zealand because I hate my mother’s family and I had wasted time and money going to New Zealand to have family start shit with me. I said goodbye to him at Whitechapel Tube station as I left to go to Iran and hang out with my stoner friend Hani.
In my visit to Iran I realized that Iranians are allot better than New Zealanders even if they are Muslim or they live in an Islamic Republic. I have allot more respect to my Iranian friends then to my New Zealand family.
I disowned my Cousin John months later and i have never seen him or spoken to him on the phone since August 2012. But then 10 months down the track I asked Bronwen Davies for an apology for disrespecting my adversities and disabilities. She never apologies. So when I got to London in June 2013 I so wanted to go to Whitechapel to knock on their door and ask for an apology.
I couldn't be stuffed dealing with an unsupportive New Zealander cousin and his wife so I got on the bus to Middlesbrough where I was reunited with my father’s family after only 10 months away from the UK.
In the times that I was in the UK my cousin Charles was emailing me, he told me that he wanted me to come over for a visit before his in laws came, Charles wanted me to move to the UK as he said I would be a better immigrant than any Polish person.
I eventually cancel a trip to Switzerland so I could spend time with my Cousin Charles. I am ever so more thankful to have a cousin like Charles. He understands my problems and issues with his family and he hardly see his little brother.
So the hardest thing I ever did in my life was to turn my back on my mother family and backstab allot of people related to me(including John). They had disrespected me, treated me like crap and tried to tell me *how to live my life*. I couldn't deal with their bullshit so i stopped talking to them.
Because of Bronwen, I used to have a fear of New Zealand woman as I just feared that every woman from New Zealand would be like my Aunts and Cousins wife. All bossy, all bitchy and all disrespectful. So one day I hooked up with a New Zealand lady and got off and as a matter of fact she’s got allot more qualities than my mother’s family.
I will eventually move to the UK someday but the important thing is I will stay out of New Zealand and in return I hope the people in my New Zealand family stays out of my life in the UK. If someone in New Zealand dies, get married, wants a reunion or a birthday, then I can't go because I can't deal with my New Zealand family.
In the end WHO GIVES A FUCK WHAT ANYONE IN MY MOTHERS FAMILY THINKS! There is 163 nations out there in the world that need a visit from me, so I can put my money in hotel owners pockets and make people happy. You don't achieve anything in life if you keep going back to New Zealand and dealing with Imperialism and unsupportive family.
I will go back to England any day of the week and be welcomed with open arms and the UKBA can simply smile at me and let me back into the motherland. At least my fathers family hasn't treated me like crap.
In the end my New Zealand family can either apologies to me and accept me for who i am or they can all FUCK OFF AND STAY THE HELL OUT MY LIFE