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.
Another good game, I wonder if he plays it with friends at school, is sharp intake of breath. In mock horror the first breathes in a deep, sharp breath, as if scared, or surprised at something 'over there,' then, the other does the same, looking in the same general directon at the 'horror.' Then the first takes another deep breath, followed by the other person taking a turn, and again and sometimes again. That'll be enough to be laughing too much to be able to do it once more.
Sometimes Bradley doesn't like the intrusion of the paparazzi. Just too tough, sonny.
But I stop there. No more pictures of Bradley for a while.
I guess, it may be graceful or sheer delight in pork.
In greasy spoon cafes, I know, you can eat your sarnies anyway-you-want. And she does.
There wasn't any colour in my school yard, there was even ruined outside urials, which we weren't allowed to play in. Which we did. And were told off about it.
This playground is nothing like my old school, Aman Infants, Godreaman, Aberdare, circa 1966-1970.
We skip all the way home. "Stop Daddy!" We wait till a big knot of parents and children walk past. And she shows me sideways skipping. We carry on. 3 minutes later "Stop Daddy!" Another knot of parents and kids wedges past. I stand back, this is a big knot. She shows me fast skipping.
First out. Last home.
Or in this case as you walk into the kitchen!
Although it's dark, we're going out. I know Bradley, it's only dangerous if you're not careful.
Esme's well inot it. If it wasn't for her I guess we wouldn't.
I arrive two minutes late. Esme's held back by the teacher, and is agog through the glass door. Out she pops, first thing to do, is get some before it goes away again.
Off running to see where it's deepest.
Screams, squawks as children all over the play ground go nuts, as parents try to hurry them home for none of us are prepared for all this, and it's still coming down.
Finally we get out. have a walk up to the green, and walk back, it's cold, it's taken us half an hour just to get here, I gotta get Esme...
We start back, here, Bradley's muttering about the three bears. To the left of this picture is a groups of tall pine trees. And behind, a small hut where lives the watchman for the run down small business units, that is Padock Mount, Dawley.
So, Bradley says, "I will play with Little Bear." I say, "sure he won't want to eat you up?" "No, I will be his friend."
And thusly he mutters about the Little Bear as we walk back up the steep field.
We pledge to get Esme out after school. "She is brave of snow."