If you disregard my 2 week trip to Central Asia and Georgia/Armenia I spent like 50 weeks inside the UK. 1 year on I am still living in the UK. A move to Sweden or Malta would be in the Pipe Dream if I was to save up a shit load of money, visit 40 more nations (along with my Cairo to Cape Town Overland trip) before calling it quits on travel.
2. I finally got a job in the UK
I fucked up big time in 2015 and 2016 because I lost motivation to work in the UK because of so many pricks in Birmingham who wouldn't give me a job, come 2016 I gave up living in the UK because I was tired of cunts in Berkshire calling me in for a job and its not what I want.
I had a job in the West Midlands this year, but it was no where near my home in Quinton. It hardly wasn't even in the West Midlands. It was all the way out in Staffordshire. I spent a shit load of money every day to get to Stafford.
After my beating in Birmingham, I gave up on this job because I couldn't be bothered dealing with Xenophobic wankers at Alstom Grib who kept asking "BOMB IN BAG JOKES" and doesn't understand the British Migration act of 1983
everyone @ Berry Recruitment CAN GO FUCK THEMSELFS. I moved to London and I got a better job where I didn't have to pay much at all to get to work. Best of all I got more hours and a bigger pay cheque
3. I lived in London
I got over my hatred over the British/English capital city and moved there in June. I haven't looked back since. You can put the Heavy Metal into Birmingham, you can put the Joy Division in Manchester, but London has got everything to do with ROCK HISTORY
I look forward to the day I can get paid to show people around London's historic rock sights
4) I made it to my 60th Nation
It was a shit 47 weeks of not leaving the UK. But once I trodden into Georgia, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan and Armenia my tally was 60 nations.
It only took me 1 year and 3 days to get to another 10 naTIONS
5) I found a cousin in Cambridge with simmilar tastes in history and music.
I will ever feel proud that I met my cousin Lesley. She is my Grandpa Niece. In the 1930's my Grandpa sister emigrated from NZ to England before WWII broke out. My Great Aunt Joan spent the rest of her life living in the UK until she passed away age 95 in 2009
6) A historic visit to Armenia.
I had been dying to visit Armenia for sometime. When I got there the sight of visiting Mother Armenia and the Armenian Genocide memorial made a grown man cry! No country has ever made me cry since I was in Timor Leste
7) I had friends from overseas visit me in London
Stephen and Jess from Flying the Nest, flew back to London to say hi to me
Metal Steve took time out of his business trip in London to visit me while I waited to meet Joan Collins DBE
My American Pal Arthur went down from his English home to go to gigs with me in Birmingham, Bristol and London
I will forever be grateful for any foreigner friend of mine who visits me in the UK. Unlike the unsupported jerks in Middlesbrough, they can't be fucked sitting on a bus for 6 hours to see me.
8) Getting free medicine from the UK government and dole benneifits
I promised myself I would not return to OZ unless I got dole Benefits in the UK and a NHS number. I got all of that. I get FREE DIDIDLY EEEEE Medicines paid for by the UK government because they want me to stay alive. Unlike the pricks in Australia who wanted to charge me $32 a repeat script when I was working FT there
I got the dole in the UK, but being on the dole in the UK, FUCKING SUCKS! SO get a job and sign out of Job Centre!
9) Meeting rocking women who inspire others
I waited for 7 hours to meet Joan Collins at her movie premier in London
I kissed Lee Aaron on the hand after her gig in Camden town
I told Stockhard Channing how proud I was to emigrate to the UK and that my Mother loves the good wife
I hung out with Jackie Chambers (Girlschool/Syteria) and all the awesome women who are in bands like: Dorja, Sister shotgun, Idestroy, Flowerpot, NardaNarda, Hands off Gretel and Tokyo Taboo.
All of you women fucking rock and you really make Kylie Minogue look like cow shit!
10) I didn't spent 1 single day in Australia
If there is one thing I can remember 2017, its the year that I didn't spend a single day in Australia.
I missed out on seeing Body Count and Stevie Nicks in OZ. But I don't give a SHIT!