Personal Stuff: If you don't know me - GO AWAY!!!!
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.
I've been looking at the UK sensus from 1901 and found my Great, Great Grand father, George Hooker, coal hewer aged 35 in 1901, and his son George Hooker, my Great Grand father, 9 years old in 1901 who later became a prizer fighter. My Dad says, "he was a nasty, nasty man. A terrible man."
Ah, back in the land of the living, or at least connected. Damn BT, if I could get broadband, I think I'd move back down to Wales in a shot. I've signed up my parents on the BT register for Aberdare, but fear that they live too far away from the exchange anyway, let alone awaiting the rest of the 400 to sign up.
After spending my first 18 years there, I know the town so well. The countryside, I know every tree. All of the old ladies in the street have died now, and some who have moved there I still refer to as 'new.' Even as my mam points out that they've been there 20 years.
Nice to be back on broadband. Pity I'm still in the wrong country.
If anybody asks, we've gone to Aberdare. Also going to Porthcawl. All weekend, back Monday evening.
Just zoom out of this Multimap aerial image... Loads-a-countryside.
And nice sunny beaches in Porthcawl? Yes sir, everytime.
"Traditional beer brewed at Park Brewery since 1875" I've loved this beer since moving up from Wales, 21 years ago, well nearly, 20 and 5 months. Here's the spec.
All the old fogies used to drink it in the pubs, this or if they were really poor and old, the mild. Which is nice too. Not all the slopps as they say it is.
So, We had a party! Well, it's for the kids in-it. 40! I had some Simpson's socks, a track suit, so I can get fit, and a 64meg card for my camera. Brilliant, now I can do more videos.
Now to get shitfaced, and hope 40 and one day will be better the other side. No millions, no lesbo combo, as Mac quoted me as saying on the phone this afternoon.
whooo-hooo another test to everywhere. More 40 year old congrats coming in...
Happy birthday to me, Mac already picked up on the message about my birthday... How'd he do that then? It only took an hour, less than.
Another test post to all my categories. We will have clean rss! Or else, before I die and being 40 today, it's getting closer.
40 years old today. And what am I doing? Cleaning up my rss files, that's what! This is a test post across all my categories.
Then we fed the fish, where Bradley fell head first through a fence and somersaulted onto his back. Esme wanted, "some bluebells for Mommy."
Aa-aaa-Tishooooo! Says I. "Esss-U, Daddy'" shouts Bradley back at me. "Thank you, Bradley."
This is a new trick learnt over the past few days.
Some of these I'm printing out in A4 size. I love the grainy quality, the jpeggedness. Like a dream. Gentle fairy music and you'll believe it too.
Started off me wanting to visit my old mate in Walsall. His mum's suffering from dementia, and it's taking a toll on him. She's been in hospital for 4 months, awaiting a bed, and 'there aren't any.' Every day his visits, and everyday she gets worse.
So we visit the park and we're there for 3 hours. Walsall Park's pretty good except for the bullies and 4 year old sociopaths. Bradley picks up a weird one. Starts off friendly enough, but he pushes Bradley so Bradley says, "no, no." Which the little boy apes and pushes Bradley. This goes on too many times and I pull Bradley away, but the boy has learnt Bradley's name and follows us around, now he has a stick too. I spy his parent, saying something about the stick, but it is to no avail, we move to another part of the park, and eventually lose him - weirdo
[PS] I forgot to add how this little episode started. The little boy, about four, started on Esme first, Bradley spotted this and marched over and told him, "no, no, no!" He protected his big sister. This confused the little boy at first, but Bradley didn't follow through. Gonna have to get him into boxing lessons ";->" I'll give him the tools for his bravery.
I've got the kids all day while Amanda's out working. Already, they've worn me out. And Esme maybe coming down with something, so she needs extra care.
I think we'll go over to Walsall. Maybe to the town park in Telford, maybe somewhere else. Need for them to be occupied, better to do that out of the house.