If my Mother did ever read this website, she would be spewing!
I traveled overland from Vladivostok to London in November-December 2016 in the hope of having Christmas with my Dad's family in Middlesbrough. It had been 4 years since I found my Fathers family online and I always wanted to be in Middlesbrough at Christmas.
Well it all got fucked up big time!
My Uncle Keith had guests over at his house over X-mas eve/ Xmas day
Uncle Keith son Paul didn't respond to my facebook messages. All I wanted was a YES OR A NO!
My cousin Carla never got back to me if I could stay in her lounge over X-mas eve/Day/ Boxing day. I tried to call her, no answer, I emailed her on FB no responce. She appologies after X-mas and I forgave her.
so with this cold shoulder in mind. I spent Christmas alone in Glasgow. I booked into the disgusting St. Enoch Hotel where I had to deal with a cunt of a Scot whom I guess was homeless (or living in this hotel LONG TERM)
If you are going to stay at this former flop house then do not stay in room 3 where there is an ugly old Scottish man living there long term who with criticize you on the smallest of details in your life and your possessions.
Avoid at all cost. I started itching when I got on the beds. So If I went from one hostel in Edinburgh (where I didn't itch) and I start itching at this flop house. then their must be bed bugs
I ended up staying in Tartan Lodge on the other side of town. I was in Glasgow for a few days over X-mas. I was going to live in this city, but this place never really connected me. I was hoping to meet up with a Scottish cousin I had never met (Great Aunts Grand Daughter) but she never had the time to visit me. I am glad she gave me notice but unlike my scumbag Anthony family in Middlesbrough I just think its fucking retarded not to let an Australian Born ANTHONY come over for Christmas
I waited for 4 years to have a Christmas in Middlesbrough and It got fucked over thanks to you lot. So you know what, I will never ever spend Christmas in Middlesbrough at all. As a matter of fact I am disgusted with my Middlesbrough family who have no balls whatsoever to get on a bus and travel for 6 hours to see me when I lived in Birmingham. I sat on a bus for 6 hours to get to Middlesbrough and I did that so many times in 4 years!
Sadly this was the last time I would ever wish my Grandma Joyce a Happy Christmas. She died in June 2017 age 87 and I wasn't allowed to go to the funeral (or any of my other Cousins) even though her stupid Grandson attended with his Malayan wife.
I just no longer give 2 shits about Middlesbrough and I fell out with my Anthony family after that passing. I still communicate with some family in Middlesbrough/Newcastle. But I would rather just be on a flight to Beirut than a 6 hour bus to Middlesbrough.
In the end I would have preferred to have Christmas in Aberdeen with my Cousin Lisa or Christmas in Guernsey with my cousin Charles or even Christmas in Cambridge with my cousin Lesley! All my cousins were away from home in Christmas 2017 so I went to Malta and met up with an Australian lady