Here we go again…

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Three people on three benches in three different worlds
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‘Yeah, I should be doing that’ thinks the road sweeper man, watching the young couple working out.

Well. As the jokes have all dried up, although the ranting continues, (mostly behind the steering wheel!), I have decided to try a new tack. I am slowly morphing into a photographer & so thought, if anyone out there wants to see what I’m currently doing, learning & taking, I’d use me old blog page to put some work up, so you can!

I’ve already uploaded some images, but then had to take them down again as, this silly site that I can’t work properly, wouldn’t let me add any text to tell you what they are! So I’m going to write first & add pictures later. My first four pictures are from London. Anyone heard of Ala.ni? She’s a great new solo singer. She has musicians accompany her as well though. She was a backing singer for people like Mary J Blige & Damon Albarn et al. Now she’s stepping out on her own & my partner & I went to London to see her. the first picture is of her & her band. the next three pictures are some attempts at ‘Street Photography’. I am told that it is perfectly legal to take pictures of people in the street (Like Vivian Maier) for example, this means people going about their everyday business. Not closely focusing on them, like in bedrooms or anything personal obviously, but, well, you’ll see what I mean. If I offend anyone, they only need ask & I will gladly delete any photos of them, that they aren’t happy with. Although I don’t even have to do that, but if they ask me to stop, then I will, but if they say OK to keeping their picture(s) that I have already taken, that’s the best scenario for me. So here goes. I will try to add a little caption to say what’s going on in them. The three pictures were taken in Russell Square Gardens in Camden, London back in June of this year. Please feel free to tell me what you think of them. There now, two pictures that should have been down the bottom, ended up above the other two. How on Earth does this site work? If anyone likes this post & wants to see more. Then more there shall be. I take pictures in all categories, although portraits are rare & don’t expect to see any ‘nudes’ for some time to come! I hope to hear from you all soon… In case you were wondering, all photography on this page is my own work. Promise!

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Ala.ni & her band
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Smiley girl on phone & young couple (noticing me) behind
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So…I’m still here!

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I’m sorry folks, I know I promised to write a big bad blog this year, but although I haven’t gotten around to it yet. I’m sorry to say that I’m still here and am still planning to do it. I STILL haven’t sorted out my complaint about an airline treating my partner like doo-doo, just because she has a disability. This is in part, due to the fact that it involves the SPECIAL company who arrange holidays for people with disabilities, the travel company who they booked our holiday with, the airline who that travel company seconded our flight to, even though they have hundreds of their own planes and the people who provided ‘assistance’ by throwing my partner around like an old sack-o’-spuds and leaving her actually sitting atop one of the seatbelt holders! They are all currently passing me from pillar to post and not accepting ANY responsibility. So anyway, if I EVER get around to doing this promised super-blog post, it will probably be about how, not that my partner is disabled, but how the whole world IS disabled. The more I look around, the more things I see that are made into barriers to keep disabled people OUT. We have rules now that say any new buildings must be made accessible to all, but so many companies have found ways AROUND those rules, by building their places into awkward shapes and putting ‘dividers’ about the place, to stop wheelchairs from getting anywhere near. Like one restaurant I know that has fixed seating by all the tables and you are not allowed to put a wheelchair on the end of the table as it’s ‘against the fire safety rules’ and they are legally allowed to (and do) enforce that rule. So in other words, NO wheelchairs are allowed in! Although it’s illegal to discriminate. Work that one out if you can!

WHOOPS! I nearly started writing a post right there and then. Sorry! Hope to see you all soon!

Busy, Out Of Office.

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I know, how could I be here if I’m not? Well I don’t write on ‘Mobile devices’ as, if you’ve read my post on them: https://puttingmyselfdown.wordpress.com/2015/05/21/mo-bile-phones/ you’ll know why. So I am here, but I don’t seem to be being ‘read’ by many people yet and I’m currently out of ideas and so I’m taking ANOTHER week off! I’m sorry if this bothers anyone, but I just can’t think of a single thing at the moment and my funniness, if there is even such a word? (I know there isn’t), seems to have left me. Maybe the lack of laughs are what is keeping people from my blog in the first place!? I was thinking of maybe posting bi-weekly? Or bi-monthly even. Is there a bi-decade-ly? I hear you ask. But no, I cannot come up with as much as a sausage! So I shall go away and try to find where the fun has gone. (who’s idea was it to put fun at the start of funeral)? Hopefully I shall return anew, refreshed and raring to go! Or not. Or as my art teacher once said at the end of a lesson where we were all gluing things onto picture boards, “Thanks for sticking with me”. See what I mean? Not funny! Ho-hum. See you…eventually.

My life (edited)

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Wouldn’t it be great though? If you could? I have made mistakes, we all have I think. Only mine, well. If only there was a life ‘Tipp-Ex’ or a big eraser, so that you could go back a day, erase it and then start over. Live that day again, only do it right this time. I would have got through a thousand gallons of correction fluid by now & there aren’t enough rubber trees in the world for MY mistakes.

Frank Sinatra’s song “My Way”, for me would go “Regrets, I have a lot, but then again, too many to write down”. Or Edith Piaf’s “No Regrets” would be a whole ‘nother kettle of fish. DELETE. Would be a whole different ball game song.

Whole days, sorry, make that weeks, would go missing from my school life. Things I wish I had done differently, would take another half-life to correct. Jobs, dates, even girlfriends, would fall by the wayside and totally disappear from my life history! But at least I would be happy. Happy? Content? Pleased? Meh? At least I would be. Lets just leave it at that. Maybe it’s not right to tamper with your past though. Or every day would be a sunny day. The school bullies would never have existed and I would always have been head boy. In my dreams.

But there are definitely a few things that I would change. I have always had this idea, that there are about three events in my life, that I did one thing, when I KNOW that I should have done another. Niggling little doubts about getting on that bus, when I should have walked and other such things. But I think they’re just doubts. We never get the chance to ‘correct’ mistakes and just have to learn to live with them.

So what I am trying to say is, if someone gave me the chance to change my life and go back to this or that point and ‘do it right this time’. I know I couldn’t. I would always choose to carry on and shoulder the burden of doubt and just get on with it from here on in. Right?

Don’t be so bloody daft! Now where did I see those ‘build your own time-machine instructions’ again?

The British Weather

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Yes I know. It’s all been done before. But this refers mostly to yesterday (Wednesday the first of July 2015). We British love our weather. Do we? Do we really? Well, if we don’t love it, we love talking about it, conferring, discussing arguing and complaining about it. Yesterday, we had a heatwave. A what? It was only 26 degrees! Call that a heatwave? Well it was said that in some places it may have got up to 30, or even higher. It’s been over 40 round the Indian peninsula recently and in Spain and France. Well round about that anyway.

It’s just that we love a good moan and what better to complain about, than something that can’t fight back. Or can it? Since last autumn, people have been complaining about it. It’s not warm enough, it’s too windy, it’s too cold, There’s not enough snow, there’s no snow, it’s cold, it’s still too cold, will spring never start? Will spring never end? What’s happened to our summer and so on. Now yesterday, we had a heatwave. One day. Just the one. Were people happy? Don’t be daft. All I heard yesterday, on the first proper warm day of the year was, it’s too hot! It’s way too hot, this is awful weather, I’ve had enough of this, etc.

I had better whisper this but, I enjoyed it. I do love a good bit of heat. I’m not fussy though. Most of the time, I like it around 21-23 degrees celsius, with little or no wind and dry with a clear blue sky, as you can tell, I’m easily pleased. But when we have been punished with a thunderstorm or the threat of one, every time it gets above 17 degrees, I was getting sick of it! So it makes a change to have something a little over 30. But that will do for me, I don’t need anymore than that, as in this country, it gets too humid and unbearable. Not like on the Med, where 35+ is quite bearable, enjoyable even!

So just when are the British happy with their weather? You might well ask and that’s the whole point of this discussion. The British (us) are happiest when talking about it. It doesn’t matter what it is doing outside, as long as there’s at least some weather going on out there, then people will be chatting about it, in whatever form. At work, at home, In the bus queue, on the bus, or the train even. In the shops, at school, or even in bed. We’re a chatty lot, aren’t we? Well I must admit, it’s better than talking about politics or religion. That’s a complete no-no. Especially in church or the Houses of Parliament!

Oh well, I must go. It looks terribly dark over Bill’s mother’s! See you next week. Oh and don’t forget to bring an umbrella!

Writer’s Block

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This week, having nothing up my sleeves but a couple of old arms, I thought I would address the problem of writer’s block.

I have had it before but, I always find that, once you start writing something, anything, you no longer have a blank page staring back at you. In fact, some of my best writing has started like that. (He says ‘confidently’ while hastily clutching at straws, that seem to be floating all around, but just out of reach)!

Unlike the character played by Jack Nicholson in “The Shining”, I find that it doesn’t help at all to just sit there, typing ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’. Plus, like in the film, I’m sure it would just send me as crazy as he was!

No, it’s always best, for me at least, to just start something and then, when ‘the good stuff’ finally comes along, I just delete all the other nonsense like this and carry on, typing out my next ‘best seller’. (Oh please, would anyone who’s listening up there, just send me some good stuff? Like now, please)!

I feel sure that something good will be along in just a minute, but while you and I are waiting, here is some music… OK, just kidding! I may be clever and all, but I can’t do that. Talking about music though, did I ever tell you about the time I was in a choir? No? Well, I was in a choir. It was quite recently in fact, but then it died. Again. (There had been two choirs over the years & they both ‘passed away’). Maybe it was something I said, or sang even? I think I’m bad luck when it comes to choirs, as this one was really very good. It’s location was even haunted by a little ghost girl, apparently. I don’t know, maybe that was why it failed. Maybe she didn’t like the sound of people singing in her ‘home’.

Oh darn. I just had an idea and then it went. Or was it…um…no, it’s gone. Well I’m sorry dear reader, but this week I think you will just have to put up with a load of old twaddle! It’s funny, because I’ve never dried up to this extent before. Well there was that one time, when I was on stage, playing a character in yet another ‘farce’ in an amateur dramatics group. Oh, didn’t I tell you about that either? Well I was…… (I’m sorry to interrupt this blog, but I’ve just decided that enough is enough. Normal blogging service will be resumed as soon as possible). Oh dear! I wouldn’t wish the dreaded writer’s block on anyone!

I should be back by next week, with something better hopefully. See y’all soon!