Billathcreative

20/08/2025

When you finish, they tell you to slow down — garden, telly, maybe a cruise if your knees hold out. No one tells you what to do when your brain won’t stop ticking.

I’ve always noticed. Patterns. Faces that don’t fit. And once you see — you can’t unsee.

So I watch. Not nosy… curious. Then I saw it. Same car. Same kid. Same time. Night after night.

Turns out there’s a whole world ticking underneath this one. Drugs. Money. Fear. Right under our noses.

I should’ve walked away.

Now I’m in. Burners. Late nights. Cover stories.

I’m not a cop. I’m not a hero. I’m just a bored old sod with ADHD and a Canon… in too deep.

And now I’ve got a choice — back off, or finish what I started. Before someone else does.

19/08/2025

We’d been picking blackberries in the heat, and I’d promised them some chips. Guess who wanted a fish, but couldn’t have one?

19/08/2025

After my parents

19/08/2025

Fezzy time!!!

08/08/2025

23/06/2025

“My way or the highway”
Ai is my new sketchbook

11/06/2025

Sometimes when you open a door, it’s surprising what can come in….

31/05/2025

Three daughters, a son, and three granddaughters in one photograph. Beautiful x

31/05/2025

LUCKY

Can there really be such a thing as luck? Not as an object, not as some glittering token passed from person to person. But as a concept — an idea — the belief that good things happen purely by chance… does that notion hold any weight?

People speak of the luck of the Irish as if some are blessed with an invisible charm. A throwaway line, maybe. But it implies something deeper — that fortune plays favourites. That some dance through life with the wind at their back while others stumble into headwinds they never asked for.

Luck, of course, can swing both ways. There’s good luck, bad luck, and then the absence of either. But is it really luck, or just how we rationalise a world that refuses to play fair?

Some say we should be grateful just to exist. And maybe they’re right.

Carl Sagan once said, “The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.” Think about that. Out of the cold, endless void of space — a universe 13.8 billion years old, 93 billion light-years wide — you are here. A thinking, feeling, conscious being. You’re not just in the universe — the universe is in you.

Isn’t that something?

I’m not lucky. Not in the lottery-winning, miracle-happening, fairy-tale sense. But I’m no less lucky than anyone else if simply being here is what it’s all about.

Because I do know this: I’m alive. And that means the universe exists — for me — for now. Without my awareness, it vanishes. Without consciousness, there is no experience of the world. No colour. No time. No meaning.

30/05/2025

Just realised I’m sat here reading the book of the film I watched 50 years ago in what was the Savoy Cinema opposite this book shop. It’s coming home with me…