HOW I ENDED UP IN LONDON?
HOW DID I END UP LIVING IN LONDON?
For the past few years I never ever wanted to live in London. London purpose for me was to go there for a National Insurance number, get a visa at an Embassy, watch a gig in Camden Town or get a bus out of the country from Victoria.
My English father had been hounding me to go live in London for some time. He had been saying that since 2013.
I was against living in London because Birmingham was always in my heart. I mean Birmingham had a small population, a great metal community and nice people but it never made me feel CLUSTRAPHOBIC as London always did.
Back in 2013 I was deliberately pushed over by some wanker at Victoria station who was running to get his fucking train. 2 years later I was getting tripped over all the TROLLY CASE WANKERS at Victoria Coach Station. It was always fucking hard to get a bus into Victoria Coach station on time. Why because I’d always be 30 minutes late because of London traffic.
I will never forget having to go into LONDUMB on the day of 5th August 2015. It was the 3rd anniversary of the day I backstabbed my unsupportive cousin John Hurford. I had to go get my NATIONAL INSURANCE number in Whitechapel and go to the Queensryche Concert on the day of a fucking tube strike! This made me realize how lucky I was to live in a city that doesn’t have transport strike.
In December 2016, I ended up living in London for a week. I was staying in Tottenham for a week and looking for a job. I had a trial at a steak house restaurant. But they never called me back. Job rejection gave me bad depression so I left London and I didn’t return for 2 months.
2017 came along and in the first 4 months of the year I had only been to London 4 times
Around May 2017 I was back in Birmingham. I didn’t feel ready to go back to my old house and start looking for job. So, I lived in Birmingham Central Backpackers.
At the end of May 2017, I decided I would leave Birmingham for good and move to London. I arrived in London on the 2nd June 2017. I was a shitty day as my Kebab food poisoning caused me to miss out on FATES WARNING in Camden Town.
I did get a couple of job offers but because of what happened on London Bridge on the night of the 3rd June 2017. I was too scared to go into King Cross station for work.
My Mum wanted me back in Sydney. But I didn’t want to be a wanker who left London after a stupid Bridge attack done by some fucking Immigrant Pricks.
I also had a hard time dealing with the pricks at Job Centre Tottenham. I just wanted to get my JSA allowance so I could live in London. I got my JSA as it was the last thing I ever got from the British Government. The way they give out wealth fare in the UK is fucked. You must sign a stupid iPad to get paid.
So, if the Malaysian Government can install FINGER PRINT scanners on all its border, airport and seaports. Then why can’t the British government have FINGER PRINT SCANNERS at all job centres.
I finally got a job in London at a Vegan Café. I was so proud to get this job and get a 26 hour a week contract. My job at Berry Recruitment in Stafford was shit. I had to travel 100KM to work each day from Birmingham, zero-hour contract, only £100 income a week and I had to go from different jobs each week.
Agency work and Zero hour contracts can go fuck itself up the arse with a giant dildo. Its horrible work life. The wankers at Berry Recruitment Stafford made me work at an Indian wedding in Doncaster, a stupid boxing match at Coventry and worst of all they made me clean a factory at Alstom Grid in Stafford where I had to deal with xenophobic wankers who don’t under that I am a British Citizen.
So now that I have told Berry Recruitment to get fucked It just seems London is the best place to work in the whole of the UK. Nobody in Birmingham ever gave me a 26 hour a week job.
London will be last city I will live in the UK. I will either die young in London or I will relocate to Scandinavia after many months of saving money
For the past few years I never ever wanted to live in London. London purpose for me was to go there for a National Insurance number, get a visa at an Embassy, watch a gig in Camden Town or get a bus out of the country from Victoria.
My English father had been hounding me to go live in London for some time. He had been saying that since 2013.
I was against living in London because Birmingham was always in my heart. I mean Birmingham had a small population, a great metal community and nice people but it never made me feel CLUSTRAPHOBIC as London always did.
Back in 2013 I was deliberately pushed over by some wanker at Victoria station who was running to get his fucking train. 2 years later I was getting tripped over all the TROLLY CASE WANKERS at Victoria Coach Station. It was always fucking hard to get a bus into Victoria Coach station on time. Why because I’d always be 30 minutes late because of London traffic.
I will never forget having to go into LONDUMB on the day of 5th August 2015. It was the 3rd anniversary of the day I backstabbed my unsupportive cousin John Hurford. I had to go get my NATIONAL INSURANCE number in Whitechapel and go to the Queensryche Concert on the day of a fucking tube strike! This made me realize how lucky I was to live in a city that doesn’t have transport strike.
In December 2016, I ended up living in London for a week. I was staying in Tottenham for a week and looking for a job. I had a trial at a steak house restaurant. But they never called me back. Job rejection gave me bad depression so I left London and I didn’t return for 2 months.
2017 came along and in the first 4 months of the year I had only been to London 4 times
- To do a photo shoot
- To meet Joan Collins at Mayfair and hang out with my friend Stephen from Winnipeg
- To get measurement for Extra Roles
- To catch up with Beverly in Kent
Around May 2017 I was back in Birmingham. I didn’t feel ready to go back to my old house and start looking for job. So, I lived in Birmingham Central Backpackers.
At the end of May 2017, I decided I would leave Birmingham for good and move to London. I arrived in London on the 2nd June 2017. I was a shitty day as my Kebab food poisoning caused me to miss out on FATES WARNING in Camden Town.
I did get a couple of job offers but because of what happened on London Bridge on the night of the 3rd June 2017. I was too scared to go into King Cross station for work.
My Mum wanted me back in Sydney. But I didn’t want to be a wanker who left London after a stupid Bridge attack done by some fucking Immigrant Pricks.
I also had a hard time dealing with the pricks at Job Centre Tottenham. I just wanted to get my JSA allowance so I could live in London. I got my JSA as it was the last thing I ever got from the British Government. The way they give out wealth fare in the UK is fucked. You must sign a stupid iPad to get paid.
So, if the Malaysian Government can install FINGER PRINT scanners on all its border, airport and seaports. Then why can’t the British government have FINGER PRINT SCANNERS at all job centres.
I finally got a job in London at a Vegan Café. I was so proud to get this job and get a 26 hour a week contract. My job at Berry Recruitment in Stafford was shit. I had to travel 100KM to work each day from Birmingham, zero-hour contract, only £100 income a week and I had to go from different jobs each week.
Agency work and Zero hour contracts can go fuck itself up the arse with a giant dildo. Its horrible work life. The wankers at Berry Recruitment Stafford made me work at an Indian wedding in Doncaster, a stupid boxing match at Coventry and worst of all they made me clean a factory at Alstom Grid in Stafford where I had to deal with xenophobic wankers who don’t under that I am a British Citizen.
So now that I have told Berry Recruitment to get fucked It just seems London is the best place to work in the whole of the UK. Nobody in Birmingham ever gave me a 26 hour a week job.
London will be last city I will live in the UK. I will either die young in London or I will relocate to Scandinavia after many months of saving money
