The Hidden Majesty Of Royal Arsenal In London [Photography Update]

Hello everyone! It’s been a ridiculously long time, as usual, haha. But, I have once again found my inspiration for a new photography set!

So, I’ve lived in London for years now, and I have also frequently been to the south-east side, including Woolwich, Plumstead and Greenwich. However, it seems there is always something new to discover, and in this case it happens to be Royal Arsenal.

Royal Arsenal is a part of Woolwich hidden behind the high street, closer to the River Thames and away from the shopping district. What makes this place really nice is the calm atmosphere, accentuated by the current Autumn climate. I feel like I got these pictures at the right moments in time!

More than anything, I’m happy to have found this area for a variety of reasons. Its calming setting is a nice contrast to the busy area of the shopping district, and it made for a great photo opportunity. While I’m sure there are those who have known about Royal Arsenal for a long time, but for those who do not, I hope these pictures encourage you to visit! Thanks for reading. Enjoy the images 😊


Patrick Toworfe is a freelance writer and video content producer. He spends most of his time gaming and watching/editing video content.
Follow this blog to read his advice articles and general thoughts about life. You can email him at PatrickT25@outlook.com

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The View From Crossharbour [Photography Update May-22-2017]

If you visit inner-city London, you’ll come across the very modern mix of apartment buildings, business complexes and leisure centres. Crossharbour sits in the ‘Docklands’ area of London, representing these features. My recent visit to Crossharbor allowed me to take this decent shots, during the lovely weather the UK is finally experiencing. Note: these images include shots taken from the ‘Lotus’ restaurant, which actually sits on the canal!

So, hello again! I do apologize for my obscene, extended hiatus. As I have said in the past, it’s hard to find inspiration for my photography during all the grey skies and rain the UK has. But days like that day are fantastic to get my creative juices flowing! I hope you enjoy the pictures.


Patrick Toworfe is a freelance writer and video content producer. He spends most of his time gaming and watching/editing video content.
Follow this blog to read his advice articles and general thoughts about life. You can email me at PatrickT25@outlook.com.

My Fight With The Health Insult – Anxiety & Risk Taking

The perplexing thing about being an adult is that no one will prepare you for random health problems. You’d like to think that you lead a relatively healthy lifestyle, free from smoking, drugs, excessive eating and other detrimental indulgences, but somehow something will worm its way into your system. I, for example, never thought that I would feel like I’m 42, at the age of 24. However, I admit that some of it was my fault. Only some. I’ll only admit that much!

Granted, people of varying ages are susceptible to different ailments depending on their circumstances. One would think that you’ll only run into complicated health issues when your body starts to slow down with age, and you get assaulted by health issues due to lack of overall strength. But of all the things I never thought I would have to deal with, it was most certainly not having an ingrown toenail. And I certainly didn’t think I would get it twice, in a year.

Now, you’re probably thinking that I’ve got nothing to complain about, and you would be right. This is categorically one of the most insignificant health problems to dramatise. But my battle with the ingrown toenail(s) was as much my own fault as it was the persistence of the affliction itself. I never imagined that my years of improperly cutting my nails would finally come back to bite me, literally, in the form of sharp pain. It was precisely this pain that made me spiral down the wrong path; a path which made it much harder to appropriately deal with the issue.

It was March 2016, and I was hit with a triple combo of unfortunate events.
– I injured my leg trying to repair the fence in our backyard, after it was blown down by a storm from the previous night.

– I was (moderately) depressed from my unemployment situation, made worse by the increasing duration and the subsequent events.

– I developed my first ingrown toenail. For no real apparent reason.

The sensation was unique, to say the least. There I was, waking up in the morning as always, only to discover that my left big toe was swollen, and it hurt to touch it. I was bewildered, and I couldn’t fathom what had caused it. Did I bump my toe without realizing? Did something get into my toe? It really didn’t make much sense, and at the time I dismissed it as some rogue blister with a grudge, as it seemed to not want to leave me alone! It was annoying, and the pain was considerable, but without too much effort I was able to leave it alone until it disappeared by May of that year. After a few futile, and at times dangerous, attempts to cut off the problem at its source. But it gave in and gave up all on its own. Problem solved right?

Later, in October 2016, after overcoming my daunting start to the year and securing solid employment, I was in high spirits. The job was going great; even better after defeating a challenging period over the summer, when the job had taken a dramatic turn. However, it was around the 10th of that month when I yet again woke up to an ingrown toenail, just as bad as the first one, and almost as if it was never gone. I was more than bewildered, I was bamboozled. It was also around that time that I had to admit that it was consistent with the traits of an ingrown toenail. And so my downward spiral began.

Why now? Why this? The timing couldn’t have been worse of course, because it seemed as if my life had finally settled, only for me to be thrown a curve ball the size of a watermelon. As any clearly rational person would do in that circumstance, I immediately cut the whole nail out, as far to the root as possible, believing myself to have accomplished some great feat. This was instead adding injury to the insult, and the insult was very offended that I had the gall to handle it in that way. My first step should have been to consult home remedies for the problem, and then seek medical attention if it persisted. Despite that, I didn’t exist in the world of smart decisions because pain usually walks you the other direction.

You see, this was my first real job since I had left University, and it was the happiest I had been in literally years. Money does not buy happiness, but my goodness, does it buy everything else. I had a steady work role which meant that to keep earning what I was getting, I had to stay consistent. So any sudden health issues would interfere with that, and the severity of such a thing could put it in jeopardy. Or so my slippery slope mindset told me. I’ve always had the genuine fear that when the first thing goes wrong, everything goes wrong right after, and this destructive thinking was spurred on by past experiences. Regardless of the very successful year I was having, this incident came to give me the finger wag for assuming that I was sailing on a leak-free ship.

The pain, I finally came to admit, was hard to ignore. It only really hurt when I touched it directly, but it was bad enough to cause me to act even more irrationally. I would constantly poke and prod it, as if testing to see if it would magically disappear after each time. And so the problem grew. Over time, I would mess around with the skin area and poke at the root of the nail, seeing if I could find the sweet spot to make the pain stop suddenly. And so the problem grew. I chose style over comfort, wearing close-fitting shoes and not-so flexible socks. And so the problem grew. I would try to take matters into my own hands, by using crude tools to try to alter the root of the nail, receiving some temporary relief, as well as smug self-satisfaction. And so the problem grew, and the insult became an injury.

Every day during this time, I would wake up, hoping to see the problem had corrected itself. This time, I had woken up to see a whole new development that locked me in for a ride of emotions. The nail hadn’t gotten better, instead choosing to take a bizarre shape and ooze some mystery substance that was not quite solid, but not quite liquid either. And remembering that it was formerly an insult, the injury then decided to hurt completely on its own, signalling that the affliction had progressed from ‘negligible’ to ‘hard to ignore’. It was at this point when I had finally had enough, and I chose to do the unthinkable; I sought medical attention.

I pride myself on never seeing the doctor. Never broke a bone, I’ve only had a few severe colds as a child, and I haven’t had any injections since being very young. Nor do I plan to do so. Such was my thinking throughout this event. Whilst researching the solutions to an ingrown toenail, you’ll inevitably run into the inescapable fact that a severe case of it necessitates surgery. Surgery in which my pointy metal enemy will be present and accounted for. This to me was out of the question and I (brace yourself) would have rather endured the pain for as long as possible if it meant that I wouldn’t need to face a needle. Score 0 for rational thinking, yet again.

My fear of needles was already on a level that people might consider comical, and it was most certainly sent sky high by a recent event; an event which still shakes me to my core. If you’ve ever heard the name ‘Roosterteeth’, you’ll likely also recall the tragic event some time prior where one of their employees, Monty Oum, died during a routine surgery. Yes, just like that. Reasonably health guy, living a great life, with friends and family and loved ones, having created the immensely popular ‘RWBY’ series, sent to meet the reckoner for no grand reason. This made my dark place even darker.

I’ve always had overwhelming fears and anxiety. I’m still chilled by a news story of a smart young man, with excellent educational prospects, found dead by suicide, whose suicide note read to the effect of “I have thought carefully and weighed the pros and cons of life, and found that it’s not worth it”. I’m constantly worried by minor health ticks, the random possibility of developing cancer, or the chance of finally breaking a bone or being stung by a bee. Because while these things are all survivable, to some extent, I’m afraid that when it finally happens to me, I won’t make it. And what happened to Monty Oum sent my anxiety into overdrive.

So picture the maelstrom in my mind, as it grows in shape and size, when I finally develop my first big health problem in years. An ingrown toenail; an insult so small, yet enough to send a 24 year old man crying in fear. This is it, I thought. I’m done, it’s over. Best case scenario is that it goes away on its own (obviously), worse cases scenario(s) is that I have to get surgery, it puts me out of work, or it doesn’t work and it forever affects my feet, or it works but the healing process is too long, or I have to chop my toe off, or I die. Yes, the flowchart was that long. And any hope I had of ignoring it was soon destroyed in this final act.

I ended up going to see my GP (General Practitioner), on a most melancholy day where I had some hope, but the anxiety of waiting for the appointment was enough to make me more sluggish than usual. But, I had some faith that a health expert might dazzle me with a bit of good news. No such heart-warming story there. Not only did they confirm, in certain terms, that it was an ingrown toenail, but they almost immediately recommended surgery. Oh dear. Like a condemned man, I asked if there was any means of redemption, and I was offered a half measure. A measure which I clung to like it was a savior, when it was nothing but snake oil.

Foot ointment. A substance which is supposed to catch the problem at the onset, not at the onslaught. Combined with my plethora of other ointments, I sought to fight the monster not with sword and shield, but with a water pistol. It was quite easy to delude myself during this time that I was doing the right thing, that I would simply outlast this pain with nothing but determination. The insult did not find this very amusing at all.

Perhaps you could call it an ultimatum, but it was when I was over the hump of re-organizing my room, buying a new PC, and consolidating my workplace challenges, that I was trying to sit down and relax for a cozy Sunday afternoon when the insult entered its final stage of the contest. Simply moving my foot the wrong way was enough to aggravate the toe, and the pain was at a peak, above and beyond heights which I couldn’t have dreamt of. To pretend like everything was ok at that point would be less than rational, less than emotional; it would have made me a complete fool.

Now comes the risk. It was at this point that I had to consult a specialist; a ‘podiatrist’ as they are known, for their expertise in dealing with foot-related issues. They were local sort; I found them through search engines, and they seemed to have favourable reviews. This was the ultimate stage of my contest with the insult, and we were about to see who would have the last laugh.

On that fateful day, the anxiety was at critical mass. Waiting to walk myself over there was like willingly handing myself to the executioner. At least, that’s what my destructive mindset was telling me. I had not reconciled the possibility that I would need surgery, and I hoped to the pit of my being that this was the last resort. I marched my way there and the game was set to signal the closing moments.

Upon meeting the specialists, they once again confirmed that my affliction was, indeed, an ingrown toenail. However, using handy tools they were able to fish out the source of the insult; a tiny triangular nail spike that had dug its way into my skin. And no needle in sight was needed to get this done. Meeting the insult face to face, a man and a miniscule problem with the gravity of a black hole. After being given excellent advice, and a comfortable wound dressing, I was sent on my way with the assurance that it should get better with time. Assuming of course that it’s not as bad as we think it might be. Oh, and I should mention that when they dug it out it did hurt. But nothing comparable to the 2 month period I had the problem. Yes, this was over the span of 2 months. When it really should have lasted 2 weeks.

A week passed, and I had nearly forgot why I referred to it as an insult. Just like the offensive joke that it was, the pain was back, like nothing had changed and I had simply given it a light tackle. The source of the problem was gone, but it seemed that its onslaught was too strong to simply wait out. It was then when I had to provide it with the last line of defence, which even it could surely not contend with: antibiotics.

The next week felt like being processed like meat; I was lethargic, my body felt strange, and the insult had strangely ran out of bad jokes to make. We were both at a stalemate, with neither party aware of the outcome. But, once I had completed the cycle of the antibiotic treatment, the insult finally acknowledged something which it was so adamant in refusing to do so. Bad jokes can only last so long.

Calling it a miracle wouldn’t be fair, but the feeling of no longer having this crippling pain that would not go away, well that was something divine. It happened in gradual stages, but the obscene and offensive sharp jabs of discomfort dissipated. The barrage of solutions finally resulted in my ingrown toenail giving ground, and after the joint risks of minor surgery (thankfully with no needle) and general antibiotics, the battle was over and the contest was won.

I had made this much harder for myself that it needed to be. I had let this small problem snowball into an inescapable health trap that threatened to ruin my wellbeing, right after I had thought I was on the straight and narrow. My co-workers and friends had always stressed that ‘health comes first’, and I was the first to ignore this warning when the event finally presented itself. If this is a lesson at all to be taught, it’s that you should always take the right steps to deal with health problems; whether that’s by following proven health remedies, or by immediately seeking professional, trusted, medical attention. It could quite literally save your life, and your mental peace of mind.

I don’t have any delusions that this is the end of my health struggles, and I don’t truly know how I will deal with the next one. The health insult was a trying time for me, and one which I am very grateful to not deal with anymore. Every day, I now look at my toe and see the incredible recovery its made, finding it hard to believe that not long ago it was the source of all my pain and frustration. I narrowly avoided surgery, I skirted just close enough to the edge to see the bottom, and for that I am ashamed. Above all else, I am just glad that despite wanting to do so many times, I never truly gave in, and I never completely gave up. A battle with health is a difficult one, but it’s one that I’m happy to know I fought, and I won.


Patrick Toworfe is a freelance writer and video content producer. He spends most of his time gaming and watching/editing video content.
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Visiting Margate For The First Time! [Photography Update]

For the first time, in what feels like forever, I ventured outside of London yet again, to explore the rest of the UK. This time, tagging along my sister and her friends, I went to Margate in Kent, which is far South East in England. It’s a well known tourist spot, mainly for its beach and amusement park.

Of course, I took several lovely pictures for your viewing pleasure. Take a look at them below!

The trip was fantastic. We only spent a bit of time on the beach, due to it raining suddenly. However, we spent the next several hours at ‘Dreamland’, the local amusement park. For one fee, you can try any ride/attraction there. The best of which was the “Top Spin” (which you can see in the photos). It’s roughly 1-2 minutes of absolute terror, but it’s worth it! The other rides there were amazing and thrilling in their own ways too. So overall, very pleased with the outing. It just felt great to travel again 🙂

Oh, and the sky looked beautiful when I got back to London. Felt like a great day overall.

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Patrick Toworfe is a freelance writer and video content producer. He spends most of his time gaming and watching/editing video content.
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Far And Wide [Photography Update]

It’s been another great week, and an even better weekend! Referring to last week of course. I don’t want to repeat anything I’ve said in previous photography updates, so I’ll keep it simple here. No deep commentary about life and opportunities this time!

I’ve tried to do some more portrait shots recently; out of accident mostly, but they turn out pretty good. I’m also trying to take more unique shots of the town I live in, to give you a better idea of what it’s like around here. Enjoy the images!


Patrick Toworfe is a freelance writer and video content producer. He spends most of his time gaming and watching/editing video content.
Follow this blog to read his advice articles and general thoughts about life. You can email him at PToworfe@live.co.uk

Finding Balance [Photography Update]

Hey everyone! As promised, here is my regular photography update.

So lately, I’m beginning to find better balance in what I do, daily. I had thought that getting a job would ruin all my chances of doing anything else with my life, but I’ve found that it actually gave me more opportunities than before. Money doesn’t buy happiness, but it does solve a lot of the simple things, y’know? My photography is just that too. Getting this new phone and using its camera, as well as going out more has allowed me to get back on top of my picture taking. The weather being nice helps too. Enjoy the pictures!


Patrick Toworfe is a freelance writer and video content producer. He spends most of his time gaming and watching/editing video content.
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Moving Onto New Sights [Photography Update]

Hey everyone! I have a regular update for you, perks of having a PC again, and having an awesome new camera on my new phone. Anyway, enough gushing.

Getting a job has seriously helped me out, in more ways than I can explain here. It’s finally opened up a new chapter in my life, allowing me to stay active, and get back to doing what I enjoy. With enthusiasm! This includes my photography, and I’ve got some new, beautiful photos for you.

You’ll notice some new scenery in these shots. Courtesy of the location of my job, as well as the places I visit along the way. I’ll try to stay consistent with these photo updates, and I hope you continue to check out these posts and appreciate them. See you next time!


Patrick Toworfe is a freelance writer and video content producer. He spends most of his time gaming and watching/editing video content.
Follow this blog to read his advice articles and general thoughts about life. You can email him at PToworfe@live.co.uk

Same Places, New Perspective [Photography Update]

Hey everyone! It’s been a while, yet again. Sorry for yet another hiatus, but I got some good news! I finally got a brand new phone: the Wileyfox Swift. And BOY, the pictures this thing can take! I went around my local area of Erith (UK), and took photos in the same locations you’ve seen before. This camera is fabulous, and I’m so happy to have this new phone. Enjoy the shots everyone!

Patrick Toworfe is a freelance writer and video content producer. He spends most of his time gaming and watching/editing video content.

Follow this blog to read his advice articles and general thoughts about life. You can email him at PToworfe@live.co.uk

Beautiful Dreams [Photography Update]

Have you ever had a dream of something you wanted so badly, that the dream felt way too real when you were getting it? Dreams like that can be enticing, but also a bit cruel. It’s sad, mainly because you know you’ll wake up and what you want won’t be there. A feeling of longing can be a sweet experience in itself, but dreams can sometimes have the opposite effect of that. The feeling of happiness in the dream is genuine; it’s just unfortunate that it won’t last beyond that. Something to think about.

Metaphysical dream pondering aside, hi everyone! Yet another long hiatus since my last post, but I’m here now with these lovely photos I took over the weekend! Hope you like them! 🙂


Patrick Toworfe is a freelance entertainment writer and blogger. He spends most of his time gaming and watching/producing video content.

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A Higher View [Photography Update]

Hello everyone! It’s been way too long since my last post of any kind. So much has been happening lately, it’s been hard to sit down and post here. Which is, of course, just an excuse, haha. So here I am, with another meager photography update for anyone interested.

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This photo was taken very recently, during the UK’s gradual transition into spring. Spring here means very strange weather patterns at first: strong storm-like winds, hail, rain while it’s still sunny, and so on. But through the troubled weather is a promise of clear skies and the warm sun, and that’s what we all hope for!

I’m in a very tender part of my life right now, and there’s so much I wish would happen after having to wait for so long. I want to still maintain my writing and video making, but this has been difficult since my laptop broke about a month ago. Despite that, I’ve made the best of what’s available to me. It’s the little things which keep you going, y’know? So despite my less than favorable situation, I’ll do the best I can to keep doing what I enjoy.

And hey, if you’re interested in supporting the gaming and entertainment side of what I do, consider becoming a patron on my new Patreon at: patreon.com/justicesoultuna. Thanks for stopping by!


Patrick Toworfe is a freelance entertainment writer and blogger. He spends most of his time gaming and watching/producing video content.
Follow this blog to read his advice articles and general thoughts about life. You can email him at PToworfe@live.co.uk