I was pissed off that I had just spent 4 months of 2017 working in a shit job for a company that wanted me travel hours to fucking Stafford for 4 hours of work then go home. I got to do some full time work in March, but that dried up in April.
After getting punched out in April 2017. I fled to Cornwall. I went to a town called St. Mawes. 24 hours later I was running away from this shitty job and a fucked up town with no phone receptionist. So in the next 6 days I went from LANDS END to John O Groats.
After I made it to John O Groats my elders cousin wasn't supportive of me living in Newcastle upon Tyne an nobody ever has been. I wanted to move there in December 2016 but some Prick at Walter & Robinson wouldn't give me a £50 room to rent because I didn't have a full time job.
After a few weeks dicking around Birmingham (in May 2017), applying for JSA, attending stupid Job Center meetings. I was fed up with Birmingham, nobody was going to give me a job so once i got my first JSA paycheque I banged a Pornstar in Aston with all those Birmingham Scumbag employers taxpayers money. This was my final FUCK YOU to Birmingham for being a city full of cunts and xenophobic pricks who never gave me a chance!
. So I took the next Megabus down to London, took the tube to Seven SIsters and lived there for all of June 2017
The next day the Terrorist struck London again and I was in bed in Seven Sisters. I stayed up that night as I couldn't be fucked going to a job trial. My Mum wanted me back home in Sydney, but I disobeyed her orders.
It took me untill the end of the month to get a job. Once I got a job I met my cousin Lesley in Cambridge. She was my Grandpa Niece whos mother emigrated from NZ to London in 1936.
Getting a job in London, finding my cousin Lesley and visiting the grave of Sandy Denny gave me inspiration to stay in London.
So i Stayed on. For most of July I lived in Tottenham and Sheppard's Bush, August I was in Edmonton Green.
By September 2017 I started renting in Golders Greens. But because my landlord was a fucking immigrant prick and my housemates were European cunts who couldn't speak English. I walked out. I walked not because my housemates couldn't speak English. I had my rent money stolen by my landlord and to this very day the scumbag European Immigrant pricks who run ONEROOM.CO.UK haven't given me back my deposit.
So i resumed the life of hostel surfing and I still HOSTEL SURF to this very day. I have no fucking trust in renting in this city.
By November 2017 I took a 2 week holiday to Georgia, Armenia, Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan. Every month I get out of London for a few days and go away somewhere outside of London (or the UK).
I have spent most of 2018 living in Wilesden, Leyton and Hendron. I will move into a fixed location once I take another hiatus from TRAVEL (dunno when that will happen)
I am ever so proud that I have spent a whole year living in London. Allot of Knobheads would have a go at me for living the life of an Irish Traveler or someone without a fixed address. But fuck them. I haven't had to pay a bill in a year, I haven't had to pay council taxes and I've been to more countries than they have.
They can either go take a Holiday to Algeria or they can go fuck themselves with a strap on!
The Important thing was that I found a job in London that paid me better than what other chains in London were offering . I got to work the Hardest in the past 4-5 years thanks to my employer for hiring me. I have worked many hours, many days in a row, many morning starts or late finishes. So I take pride in having a job that has paved the way for me to live in this city and travel.
In the future, I don't think I will be running back to Birmingham for cheaper rent, less hours and low pay. I may like to live in Cambridge, but only if I was to get the same kinda job I have in London.
Once I have been to another 34 nation I will hang up my back pack, move out of London and settle for Sweden. Right now I am too busy saving up for these travel projects that are on the horizon. But someday I really should stop traveling and start saving to get over there.
Anyway Thank you London for allowing me to live in your city for the past year. I never thought when I first moved to Birmingham in July 2015 that 23 months later I would end up living in London