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.
About a year ago, I gave Esme some slid out of a tin... Little three inch long whole fish
in a tomato sauce. She'll eat just about anything, and normally likes
tinned fish. I say it's good for her brains. "What's brains?"
She looked down at them, and said she didn't like them. "Well, try them first!"
Still months later, nearly a year, Bradley won't eat fish. Any fish. He says. "I don't like fish with faces on."
"Filmmakers can afford to work now. No more excuses, or filmmakers'
block, or procrastination. Either they start shooting, or they are
waiting for the vanity crew, or they aren't filmmakers."
Whooo-Hooo! There's my call to action. I've got hours and hours of the kids... Hundreds of stills. No time though. Damn.
Anytime I go, I have to present it, they stamp it, and after x many stamps Bradley gets a present. They'll even send him a birthday card, at least that's what I'm lead to believe why they wanted me to add his birthday to the forms I had to fill in just to push this around Telford Shopping Centre. I guess the company's country wide.
Wasn't like this in Esme's day. New flanged consumerism!
On the way we pass the Co-Op. Otherwise known as the centre of Dawley village life.
They've had posters up for a couple of years now, and everytime we pass we each take a giant apple, and pretend to scoff it making pretend scoffing noises.
Of course giant apples give us giant bellies, but at least they keep the giant doctor away.
We stoped in to the sweet shop on the way back home.
The old lady behind the counter asked Esme how her baby doll was, if she slept well, if she looked after it. Old ladies do this a lot, and Esme loves old ladies for it.
She looks a picture. Though the singing is pretty awful. I guess she'll get better when she knows the words.
On top of the bridge I say, stand together for me to take a picture. Which Esme takes as a cue to for her and Bradley to pull funny postures.
And so it goes on. Remember, the bridge is quite full, and people stop while you're lining up the picture, then carry on past.
We look a sight.
She's pulled her coat down like that purposely, I don't think she's trying to look vixen like, but she does.
Just bought it. Been wanting one for a while, and this fitted, and was the right price. Happy in my hat.
A little diversion. I needed to entertain the kids for a few hours. So, after picking up my Lottery winnings of £10 we head for Ironbridge.
Back in May, it was much more green.
All this was totally under water today.
As usual we buy an ice cream, argue as we walk up the town to the museum behind which is our favourite throwing stones into the river bank.
She washes it and puts it into her pocket. I wonder if she's still got it. Did she bring it home? I remember her showing me as we walked up towards the bridge.
Esme finds a pretty stone. It's a slag stone, from the foundries here abouts. I used to find them when I was a kid on old railway lines, thrown out from the steam trains.
Takes me back in time for a second.
But, boy is it in full flow! Must be nine feet above the level back in the summer. In the photo below, taken in October, you can see the trees at the top left, that we're standing by today.
The muddier the better. And Esme wants to go for a paddle, even though I explain 40 thousand times that the water is very, very cold. "You'd get frost bite and your toes would turn black and drop off." This shuts her up for a while, till she starts on about the frostbite...
Not many stones to chose from. We stay only a few minutes, as it's fast flowing, cold and steep. I don't want to dive in after anybody.
We're off to feed the ducks! On the bus too, which is always a great adventure, by itself. Bradley has to sit at the seat with the stop button. And I'm asked to remind him re: the procedure for pressing the bell. "Not till we're ready to get off!"
Bit of a shaky shot, but you can see how tall the two of us are with him on my shoulders. Great fun for him, I'm sure.
We pop into the Discovery (Gadget) Shop, where Bradley has fun with the battery powered crocodile, sticking his finger in, and having it bitten off.
The point of this trip was to get him away from the TV. I have to baby sit, if we stay in, he watches TV and I work...
We bought him this luminous yellow coat and a hat, complete with handcuffs, whistle, etc. for Xmas. But he didn't wear it, it was Esme who was in it most of the time.
This is a fleeting moment, perhaps the only time he has worn it.