Personal Stuff: If you don't know me - GO AWAY!!!!
30 September 2002
Home:
All categoriesCybersaps:
Blogs style & effectPersonal:
Kids, neighboursWar blog:
WMD, al QaedaBlogFootball service:
Manila colonyMusic:
Rappers delightSpace:
Best religioneBay goods:
Going, going, gone
_____________
Not updated much:Broadband BritainBig Brother blog
Send 'spam free'  | Children posts |
| Bradley only |
| Esme only |
 | Personal notes |
To see a larger version, just click on any picture. Full name: Stephen Michael Hooker, nicknames: Acw, Zok. Born in Aberdare, used to live in 46 Peasant View, Godreaman, Aberdare, Mid Glamorgan where my parents still live. Also used to live in Selbourne (Selborne) Street, Chuckery, Walsall. Bachelor of Arts (BA) Degree in Visual Communications from West Midlands College of Higher Education. Ran a business from The Custard Factory Digbeth.
30 September 2002 
;newWindow.focus())
First, she asked, if it was indeed a poo poo. Clearly, it was.
Then she asked, how it happened. "Did he pull a face like this?" And strains her face.
Yes, indeed it is a poo poo she declared.
And was duly impressed and pleased. She congratulated Bradley by poking him in the side and twisting, "well done, Bradley." She said in admiration. Bradley was pleased and coy about it.
Bradley deflected back to the source of the excitement, the poo poo itself.
;newWindow.focus())
;newWindow.focus())
Then, something amazing happened. Bradley, while sitting on the toilet tightened his stomach, and wiggled off the mini seat. Poo Poo!" I looked puzzled. "Wee wee," points, "poo poo!"
;newWindow.focus())
Sure enough, he'd done a poo poo. We both looked, confirmed it was indeed, "poo poo." Just as Esme was climbing the stairs. Excitedly I said to come see. Bradley was standing by the toilet, arm outstretched, beckoning Esme, "poo poo!"
;newWindow.focus())
;newWindow.focus())
;newWindow.focus())
;newWindow.focus())
Of course we too become involved. Bradley was the first, but he soon was bored of being a model. All the attention's on the photographer, isn't it? So he disappeared for a few minutes to fetch a train.
Then, I was tempted to join.
;newWindow.focus())
Then her dollies. We had lots of pictures of her dollies, once we had them arranged correctly. And that she had them all. "Some of this dolly, this teddy, this baby."
;newWindow.focus())
Esme has become a photographer. First she took a picture of her dancing shoe. Then, "oo, my bag."
;newWindow.focus())
;newWindow.focus())
It all started quite innocently. Esme and Bradley were sitting in front of the teletubbies, eating their KFC. Bradley, taking his time, till it was quite cold.