He went through a total of 11 nations stopping off in Moscow, Tallinn, Riga, Vilnius, Helsinki, Stockholm, Malmo, Copenhagen, Amsterdam and even the town of Dunkirk where he paid homage to his Great Uncle William Anthony.
Upon sailing into Dover, Martin Anthony celebrated by spending the night in a posh B&B in at the foot of Dover Cliffs while enjoying a cup of hot tea.
The next day Mr.Anthony headed onto the capital to restart his British life in a city he has never ever lived in.
Okay! So that was all about how I got to the UK. I left Australia 7th November 2016 and I got back to the UK a month later. Those 4 weeks spent in Hong Kong, Macau and all the 11 nations I went to were like the best of times. I had fun travelling for 4 weeks in Asia and Europe than my 80 days outside of OZ between April-July 2016,
46 week had passed since I landed in Dover and not one week have I spent a since day outside of the UK. You can say that I did leave the UK to visit my cousin in Guernsey for 4 days, or I spent 2 weeks in Scotland. But I have not yet travelled outside of the UK common travel zone.
To explain why I haven't been outside of the UK. I need to tell you all a month to month diary. I already explained my 17 months of not going outside of Australia (12th July 2013-26th Dec 2014).
⦁ I spent a week living in Tottenham
⦁ I saw Kylie Minogue two night in a row @ Royal Albert Hall
⦁ I worked as a Kitchen Porter @ flat iron
⦁ I got turned down for a job at Fish! near burrow market. This caused depression that I ended up declining to live with a Somali Lady in Hammersmith as she was paranoid of the government knowing that I was going to live with her
⦁ I went to Newcastle to get a cheap room to rent, but the fuckwits at Water Robinson wouldn't give me a £50 a week room to rent even when I had a shitload of money
⦁ I did more research in Edinburgh about my family tree
⦁ I was alone on X-mas day in Glasgow because my scumbag Uncle Keith and his son Paul were nothing more but a bunch of dumbshits who wouldn't let me have X-mas Dinner with them
⦁ I declined a flat 20 miles outside of Glasgow cause it was shit!
⦁ I ended up moving back to Birmingham
⦁ I moved into a room in Quinton west of Birmingham
⦁ I had so many job interviews, but so many xenophobic wankers I had to deal with who wouldn't stop fucking asking me why I moved to the UK
⦁ I worked a shift for Blue Aarrow recruitment at a Wolverhampton Wolves game. They never got back to me.
⦁ I was hired by a Recruitment agency to work at Aston Villa games
⦁ I started going to Quinton Parish Church and become Anglican
⦁ Berry Recruitment made me travel 100km a day to work in Stafford. This cost me £11-15 a day in transport. Only 16 hours of work a week
⦁ I got to work at Aston Villa games
⦁ I did a test photo shoot in London and got a modelling contract that I never really furthered into it
⦁ I saw Anthrax at the O2 in Birmingham and I even broke my nose in the pit
⦁ I experienced Xenophobia on a bus in Wolverhampton and I reported it to the Wolverhampton Cops.
⦁ I travelled down to Portsmouth and took the ferry to Guernsey to see my cousin Charles
⦁ I spent 2 nights in London where I met Joan Collins at Mayfair
⦁ Metal Steve flew from Winnipeg to London for work and he had the time to spend an hour with me while I waited to see Dame Joan
⦁ I did full time work at Wolverhampton
⦁ Worked a day at Uttoxeter Races
⦁ I saw Armored Saint at the 02 with supports from Brums own "THE MIGHTY WRAITH" AND "ERADIKATOR
⦁ Got measured for some extra roles that I never ended up going for
⦁ I saw JoanovArc in Birmingham for the first time ever
⦁ After so much bullshit with my job over Xenophobic Clients, shit working locations and just dumbshit staff I quit
⦁ I saw Dream Theater in Birmingham
⦁ I was attacked by two scumbags on Broad Street after Dream Theater. One of the fuckwits was caught and is now locked up in prison
⦁ I moved out of my home in Quinton to work in Cornwell
⦁ I did work @ St.Mawes in Cornwall before walking out of the job due to a prick called Peter who was always swearing on the job.
⦁ I travelled from Lands end all the way up to Edinburgh in over 48 hours'
⦁ I went to Glasgow to visit my Great Aunt Agnes and cousins grave
⦁ I visited Inverness & Wick on the way to John O'Groats
⦁ I moved back to Birmingham
⦁ I lived in Stafford for a week with my friend
⦁ I got turned down by scumbag employers in Birmingham
⦁ I spent a night sleeping at Victoria Coach Station because of no beds in Birmingham or London
⦁ I gained my JSA benefit after living in the UK for 5 months
⦁ I moved to London
⦁ I avoided the London bridge attacks
⦁ i turned down some job in London because I had to deal with the pricks at Job Centre
⦁ I saw IDestroy perform for the first time (Supporting JoanovArc)
⦁ I saw Gill Montgomery do a solo gig in Sheppards Bush
⦁ I saw Voivod in Camden town
⦁ I got a job as a Kitchen porter
⦁ I found my cousin Lesley in Cambridge
⦁ I went back to work after 2 months
⦁ I worked
⦁ I competed in a shitty diversity pageant in Birmingham
⦁ I saw Lee Aaron in Camden Town
⦁ I saw Toxik in Camden Down
⦁ I saw Dorja, JoanovArc, Flowerpot & NardaNarda in Bristol
⦁ I went back to Cambridge
⦁ I worked
⦁ I saw Flowerpot in London
⦁ I saw Syteria in London
⦁ I met up with Steve & Jess from Flying The Nest in London
⦁ I went to Highgate Cemetery
⦁ I worked
⦁ I lived in Golders Green for a week
⦁ I saw Idestroy (Twice) along with Hands off Gretal
⦁ I saw Apologia with Stockard Channing in Trafalgar
⦁ I went to the Neuronspoiler launch gig
⦁ I saw Y&T in Cambridge
⦁ I revisited my Quinton Church friends
⦁ I worked
And so all of this leads up to me going overseas for 2 weeks in November and next month; I'll have to go overseas again to avoid the high Hostel rent costs after x-mas until Jan 3rd.
I plan to get out of the UK every 3 months and just go somewhere where my budget allows me to go: EUROPE, ASIA, AFRICA, THE AMERICAS. I might even pop into Australia to say hi!
After all, I'm not going to give myself another 46 weeks without leaving the UK.