Where is this blog going? Wandsworth?

Not really sure where this BLOG thing is going, I just know writing helps stem the emotional tide which ebbs and flows across my very being. Some of the written meanderings have lay hidden on this PC for some time, others are hot off the keyboard....you just cannot wait for more.....can you??

and of course inner demons

Struggling with inner demons and difficulty, yet challenged by new opportunity, presented an inner conflict which had become a daily and very personal battleground, pre-paid and mapped out before his waking eyes every London morning.

Catharsis

So where to from here…………a dignified glass of wine…maybe another half…a listen again to that new album, by who was it he Arctic….somethings???

He was enjoying his written art again…quiet evenings stretching over into the Ante Meridiem, peaceful intimate concentration yet relaxation. and like so many other things…words once started would again become part of his life……possessing a cathartic quality and further, that he was achieving something.., anything,, positive and worthwhile.

No-one would, could, argue as he tapped his thoughts onto the blinking screen , with a worst case scenario of expected rejected slip , a sustained campaign of effort over the keyboard would ultimately bring recognition reward?

A word processing diary was being cobbled together using syntax pictures but where was it going? Short story for sure? But a diary? A monologue? First person? second person? And a target date to provide focus..otherwise it would not be completed , but simply remain on the computer occasionally blinking a guilty reminder of a work that was not really in progress.

nighmare in wandsworth

traffic images

sweet sweet is the night

brewery sculpture

counter

Online Degree

Clever advert

English? , not me , but I do like this poster. The way a soft drinks company can manipulate our thoughts!

International Lonliness

International loneliness

Like a parasite
on Saturday night
I feel loneliness bite
for no real reason

London’s’ bars are choc full of
international youth
Concealing international loneliness

sporting painted on happiness
which isolates me further

so I walk away from the buzz
home toward my comfy flat

feeling just that
flat.

Night duty - a poetic observation.

Night Duty

Gummy eyed
between darkness caress
and daylights prodding fingers
night duty torpor
poor mans jet lag

at least
assured escape
from day times’ hectic swirl
a sober
some say - anti social
situation

intimacy afforded
smoothed soothed fatigue
becomes special

perversely

27 June midnight thirty - random typing

A late , late night in SW18 a brief encounter with word processor, oh and controlled alcohol. For now it was…. a strange situation where he had become sufficiently dry to look at even supermarket booze prices and grudge the arithmetic sum total on offer! Curiously he also stayed sober enough to not enjoy over indulgence, the on set of cranial pain before sleep interruption? Was this really the turning of the corner?

Anyway, his drinking partner(s) these days were T-Total…one the young g/f as he liked to think of her, and the other woman in his shredded life – a teenage daughter whose visits were probably self serving…(he hoped they were not but reality had to be faced) Oxford Street shopping, China Town lunches …and the occasional stop over on the former display couch ..only so the shops could be attacked earlier?

Between these two little ladies – he clung onto youth and sanity.

But the internal debate, complete with gowned and wigged legal teams, took equal sides for and against ……simply asking the question “why should he cling onto youth or for that matter sanity?” Ok ,ok, the paunch acquired presumably through too many years devoted to sitting at other peoples bar entertainment was a source of private unhappiness …but everything else? On a good day he looked ……a little grey around the temples as opposed to the gills…so what? Other male contemporaries dyed their hair….and forgot their beards or was it they had forgotten their puberty? For maturity they certainly lacked. The case for the defence lay at the mercy of the court.

Capital O in Oh dear Oh dear.

Gymnasium visits had stuttered to a halt, only because a flu bug had created a temporary if phlegm filled debilitation, which also saw a hiatus from work for the first time for just how long?

London Victoria Signalling Centre

Colleagues present and past - but always friends.
London Victoria Signalling Centre annual reunion 23June 2006. Poignantly John Wapshott (extreme right with the white beard) retired on this day after almost a half century with the railways. Well done John and enjoy your well earned rest.

West London Dawn

Dawn breaks over Battersea SW11.

High rise blocks, like bad european dentistry puncture the waking sky.

Battersea Reach, looking down the Thames toward the city

Can you imagine? Right in the heart of London....such views as regeneration goes ahead at pace.....

Oh dear I sound like an estate agent!.

Thames Walk

21 June 2006
So back to good old London town - and my favoured night duty .A walk along the Thames was this afternoon's pastime' after a morning with my personal trainer , who seems determined to teach me boxing skills , I'm more than a little concerned that I may clout Philip , he says I shall never be quick enough, lets hope not., or I could be writing these pages from a jail cell.Am soon going to take time to refine this blog, get things in better order and I am always open to suggestions!

Man In Hat

Went to see an American rock guitarist by the name of Joe Satriani the other night at Hammersmith. Could not help but notice this sallow skinned gent in the hat of many colours. Wonders would it suit me?

Glasgow Sunshine

George Square in Glasgow on a beautiful June afternoon.

Balloch Bar Staff

Not that I have ever needed much of an excuse to visit the local hostelry.......,

Baloon seller

An enterprising gent in Glasgow creating and selling baloon animals.

But doesn't he look like Ghandi?

New friends in Balloch

About Innes

I hail originally from Kilbirnie, a small town near the west coast of Scotland, formerly a steel town , but politicians from the past turned it into a theme park without the theme. , just as similarly the rail links were cut thanks to someone purporting to be a Dr…..we know who he is., don't we?

Now I live in live in Wandsworth, South West London, about the only constant in fifty summers on the planet has been my employ……..currently known as Network Rail. , although I have moved around this island, working in a variety of locations , my position has never really varied from operations.

Oh well onward........

Trip to Balloch

Back to the reality of work and London , away from the almost fairytale idyll of Balloch ., but there must be pain to have gain. The girls in the Tullie Inn next to the station were stars as were the hitchhikers from Manchester whom were making there way north...good luck to you all!

Being away for only three days was a bit short and sweet considering two of the days were largely spent travelling, but worth it none the less, captured a few more pictures which will be posted on these pages shortly..be patient.

Tullie Inn, Balloch, Scotland.

Tullie Inn, Balloch, Scotland.
Originally uploaded by theldirone.

Balloch trip June 2006

Balloch trip June 2006
Originally uploaded by theldirone.

Who am I?

Innes derives from the Gaelic innis, meaning island, and I truly am that. Isolationist at best; approached with caution. Lay your mark upon the shores, but carry no expectations; nothing here is guaranteed. The Innes clan originate in Elgin, between the Spey and Lossie rivers on the Moray firth. The clanship was confirmed by King Malcolm IV in 1160, and the clan motto : Be Traist. (be faithful

sepia lovers

captured at Picadilly Circus, London, 14 June 2006. I wonder who they are?

sepia lovers
Originally uploaded by theldirone.

everyones' a winner

everyones' a winner
Originally uploaded by theldirone.

high rise sunset

high rise sunset
Originally uploaded by theldirone.

no photos please

no photos please
Originally uploaded by theldirone.

And then, there were nine.

And then, there were nine.
Originally uploaded by theldirone.

Rose In St George's Park

Rose In St George's Park
Originally uploaded by theldirone.

Frankie Dettori

Frankie Dettori
Originally uploaded by theldirone.

On Horseback

On Horseback
Originally uploaded by theldirone.