Knightshades Photography Studio Opens In West Calder

West Lothian's newest photography studio opened its doors this week in West Calder,

The 4500 square foot studio is fully equipped with a bowens light system, soft boxes and an infinity cove.

West Lothian photographer Martin Sweeny will using the space for his own work but also intends to rent the studio to other photographers at a very cost effective rate.

With rental starting at £10 per hour it will be within the budget of most amateur photographers and students.

Martin has also set aside room for a gallery to show some of his work, the public are free to come in and have a look 7 days a week.

Studio & Gallery Open 7 Days

1 Young Street West Calder, EH55 8EG

Tel: 01506 873220

Hand Picked by Martin Sweeny

Football was never my game you see!
When they picked the team they didn't pick me
Twenty two hand picked, and I was the last
The substitute goalie that sat on the grass

I got a wee game with the guy next door
I could not believe it, I was the first to score
I dribbled it by his wee skinny bad leg
I guess this was my first nutmeg

Then things just went from bad to better
So I bought my self a football sweater
It made me feel like Kenny Dalglish
Big Joe Jordan and Alex Mc Leish

Before you know it I'm in a wee team
I'm super fit and looking quite mean
I'm standing there in front of the crowd
Their cheers for me are getting real loud

They make some noise for a crowd of three
But they’re singing and shouting, just for me
I'm pulled down hard in front of the box
The cries for a "penalty" the stadium rocks

The referee whistles and points at the spot
This is my chance, to put an end to the rot
I dummy the left, and strike with the right
The four-foot goalie just didn't have the height

I could never have known in that crowd of three
A football scout was looking at me
He had me marked for Glasgow Rangers
Playing in front of thousands of strangers

I guess I was lucky or blest you see
Because every loose ball landed at me
A turn of the heel, and a wee clip in
before you know it I'm playing for Breichin

Now the whole world is looking at me
Playing for Scotland, I run and break free
Brazilian defenders try hunting me down
But I come from the bad side of town

Fernandes, Leandro, Tavares, and Bhino
None were a match for big mad Sweeno
I steamed right in breaking arms and legs
Wendel and Ricard were easy nutmegs
With only one guy between the word cup and me
Marcelo the goalie slide tackles me
With a hop and a skip and a whole load of luck
I've just hit the net and won the world cup

I could hear from distance someone shouting at me
It was my Ma saying "wake up, its time for your tea"
I opened my eyes to see my own room
Looks like I am the worst dreamer in Toon

Better luck next time

Martin ( the crazy dreamer)

Chrismas Sucks

Christmas sucks, I wrote this poem when my business was going through a bad patch, Christmas was on it way and I felt there was too much pressure on me to give and I didn't have.

Christmas sucks

I’m feeling sick and my stomachs in knots

Christmas is coming at a rate of noughts

My pockets are empty and business is tight

At the end of my tunnel, there is no light

 

People are spending with excited eyes

For my loved ones there will be no surprise

No credit cards or money in the bank

It feels like my empire has finally sank

 

Some people find joy in the failure of others

Pointing, whispering, and chuckling at me

“Owe see how the mighty fall” they will mutter

As they place their presents under the tree

 

What ever happened to Christmas of old?

When the measure of man was not what he sold

Gifts were smaller and wrapped up real neat

You just would not dare ask for the receipt

 

Christmas is for giving so give what you’ve got

Try giving a little when you don’t have a lot

Give from the heart not from the purse

Have seasonal thoughts for a student nurse

 

Day’s to Christmas and her husband broke

The weeks ahead not much better

Don’t hurt yourself buying expensive presents

What’s wrong with a good Christmas sweater?

 

Have a thought for others at Christmas

Whose family and friends have passed

Hold on tight to what really matters

Cause trust me it dose not last

 

I am under such pressure at this time of year?

And my heart tells me this shouldn't be

Too so many people I’m the provider

Sometimes I wish I was free

 

If you reading this poem you feel sorry for me

Dig down, down deep in your pocket

Give me a fiver to help me along

Before I turn into a rocket

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Alien Inside

This is a song dedicated to the alien that lives within my flesh, doctors do not know how to treat me, they have tried drugs, creams, lotions, bandages, wraps and even UV treatment but as yet nothing has worked.

My personal thoughts are it is a reaction to an antibiotic overdose given to me at St Johns hospital Livingston.

Never mind it's done now! 

Alien inside

 

Looking back it seems so long, old memories fade away

Searching the archives of my mind, when was that awful day?

Not looking for companionship a partner or a bride

Why was I introduced to the alien inside? 

No where to run          (it follows)

No where to hide         (It’s already there)

It’s deeper than your ugly thoughts

You better say your prayers  

It’s with me every moment with every breath I take

Flowing through my arteries making me its prey

The doctors searching for a cure, drugs they do prescribe 

They only serve as devils food, for the alien inside 

No where to run          (it follows)

No where to hide         (It’s already there)

It’s deeper than your ugly thoughts

You better say your prayers 

Lying in my bed at night sliding into dream

The alien has other plans he makes me want to scream

It brings my blood to boiling point it’s going to blow my mind

Why can’t I escape from the alien inside? 

No where to run          (it follows)

No where to hide         (It’s already there)

It’s deeper than your ugly thoughts

You better say your prayers 

The alien gets stronger deep bellow my skin

A carnivorous parasite why did a let it in

It suckers on my weakness feeding itself strong

The alien is part of me why did it go so wrong

No where to run          (it follows)

No where to hide         (It’s already there)

It’s deeper than your ugly thoughts

You better say your prayers 

The alien has a hunger and it’s feeding dose not rest

It fuels itself relentlessly gnawing on my flesh

I cannot let it weaken me or take away my pride

Please God release me from the alien inside 

No where to run          (it follows)

No where to hide         (It’s already there)

It’s deeper than your ugly thoughts

You better say your prayers 

I’ll play host to this parasite until final breathe

The alien can dance with me until we both meet death

I’m taking it to hell with me alone it can’t survive

I can’t allow the alien to take another’s life

 

Caravan

The Caravan

Nothing frees the mind of a man
than going away in his caravan
Hook it up to your car, and away you go
It’s a house with wheels, you simply tow

You trundle along at 50 miles an hour
You don’t need a car with lots of power
Drive a ford, or a Nissan, a mini will suffice
Just tow it away to somewhere nice

When you get to you site the parking is fun
If you have to move it manually it weighs a ton
Park it on the level and put up your awning
After all that heavy graft you will soon start yawning

When all the work is done you sit down and relax
Open up a bottle or two and a few six packs
You check out your surroundings it’s a real home from home
I love my little caravan forever we shall roam

If you want to get away from your town and all its hassle
Hook up your caravan and go to Haggerston castle
£12 for a pitch and £2 for the power
I can’t think of a better way to waste away the hour

If you want to get away from it all, then take my advice
Go and buy a caravan and drive to somewhere nice
Seaton sand is wonderful or there is always pettycur bay
As long as your in you caravan you have a nice place to stay.

Martin Sweeney

Wedding

I compiled this in August 2005 tree day days before I got married to my lovely wife on the canal barge at Ratho.

I had been living with my partner for 17 years.

Tree Days to go

And now the end is near

And I face the final curtain

One trip on that barge

And my future will be certain

I have three days to go

Three days of fun and happy swally

God knows just what I’ve done

I done it my way

What is a man, what has he got

Without his freedom then he has not

Without his friends, without his drink

Without the time to have a think

What has he got,

He’s got a wife

That’s at the ...................BINGO........

Scotland

Looking for the perfect place

Looking for the perfect place, searching far and long

I found it on my own door step; it’s been there all along

The beauty of the misty hills the glens and sandy shores

Bring the tourists to my land, landing in theirs scores

 

I have been blind and unaware of Scotland in its glory

The castles and the battle fields are whispering a story

A story that’s for all of us who search for sunny weather

Find the place of your heart and dreams lurking in the heather

 

Primal Scream (second Look)

Looking for the perfect place, searching far and long

I found it on my own door step; it’s been there all along

The beauty of the misty hills, the glens and sandy shores

Brings the tourists to my land, landing in their scores

 

I ‘v been blind and unaware of Scotland’s wonderful glory

The castles and the battlefields are whispering a story

A story that’s for all of us, who search for sunny weather

Find the place of your heart and dreams, lurking in the heather.

 

Now the worlds a dangerous place, where suicide bombers roam

Queues miles long in the terminals, you’re better off at home.

Our city centres are full of gangs, packing and taking pills.

Get back to what it’s all about, head for the Scottish hills

 

From high up in my vantage point everything’s looking pretty

The distant twinkling lights like stars, disguise an evil city

Sitting, thinking and looking down teardrops leave my eyes

Blue flashing lights on distant roads, another mother cries

 

I have a thought for friends that died chasing an illusive dream

I stretch my arms to meet the sky, and let out a primal scream

 Fresh back from a trip around Scotland I started to write a poem that captured my thoughts on Scotland and how it compared with holiday resorts overseas.

My first attempt was a bit shortbread tin and i got stuck after two chapters.

My second look at it was after being back in Livingston for a while, I had just lost a couple of good friends to the Grand overseer of the Heavens, Glasgow airport had been victim of an attack by terrorists, and Scotland looked a different place from the one on the shortbread tin.