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.
Amanda's thinking of getting me a Robosapian... Looks fun, but I don't want toys.
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"...enjoy this pictorial of some of our CG members' best work"
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Could also be 'mate' or 'but' (shortened form of butty, used in the Valleys of South Wales when I was a kid).
Historically, dude originally meant "old rags" -- a "dudesman" was a scarecrow. In the late 1800s, a "dude" was akin to a "dandy," a meticulously dressed man, especially out West. It became "cool" in the 1930s and 1940s, according to Kiesling. Dude began its rise in the teenage lexicon with the 1981 movie "Fast Times at Ridgemont High."
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My neighbour, Tony, accompanies us. He's off to a model train exhibition in Birmingham.
Soon out train comes from under the bridge, and everybody on the platform jostles for the best place. I think people are more tolerant, more respectful of others than down South, especially London, and we wait patiently while everyone alights, and find three seats for the four of us. The gent we invade smiles at Brad all through the journey—Brad's excitement and obvious inexperience of trains is infectious. Esme sits on my lap and asks question after question. As is usual I have to help her read all the warning signs on the train.
Map of Telford, Wolverhampton and Birmingham.
Soon we're in Wolverhampton. We could have gone straight through to Birmingham, but decide to break up the journey by travelling on the tram. I too an a tram newbie, though Tony's used them before. It's a fairly long walk to the tram from the train station, through the bus station too, more than ¼ mile. Why do town planners do this?
From the tram in Snow Hill in Birmingham, we walk to Brindley Place, though the European market in Paradise Square, through the Convention Centre. We must have passed a million people. It's been so long since I lived here in the big City. I still scan everyone, just in case I spy someone I know. I never do.
I rarely go to such cosmopolitan bars, and am struck by the people in there. Groups of 30 something male friends, perhaps off to a football match, looking very dapper, in city causal shoes; young baby carrying families meeting and 'lunching' with other baby carrying families; mixed groups of boyfriends and girlfriends; all very well and fashionably dressed. All squinting in a low winter afternnon sunlight. So different from the village life I lead now. I miss it.
Pity it's so empty. No cosmopolitan feelings here.
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