My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look, homie, I done came up and I ain’t changed

With all the money you will be making once you transfer for your new job what will you do? Will you be partying ever weekend or will you spend time with your family. Will you save or will you blow it all in one go?

I thought about the implications of these questions for us all as individuals and as a group. How have I changed over the past five years? Has it been for the better or for the worse? If I were to advise someone who was starting on the same path what advice would I give them? How could nations benefit from doing the relocation process better?

If I could give you only one piece of advice it would be; don’t do it for the money. Money is a fantasy that is used to keep the labouring classes working until they can’t work anymore.

Do it for your own personally revealed ideals whether they be personal, familial, national or international. 


Who knows, in five years we could be having this same talk on my yacht. Let’s hope that neither of us has “changed”.

From my own experience and projections for each individual relocated you will break even in five years. This means that your debts will be paid off, your car will be owned outright and you might even want to stay in the country and buy a home. I call this breaking even because we all, for the most part, owned homes and drove cars in the country we came from.

Don’t allow the British system to make you a commoner. Stick to your ideals and in time you will pass on power, honour and glory to your children. If you change, change for the better. This is Peter Campbell, reporting from London,  seek and you shall find.