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2021-01-01T11:11:00.001Z

1999 Istanbul? Yeah!
1998 KL Calendar
1998 Arther and the Search...
1998 ABC Turkce
1998 Words of a Father
1997 The Little Fish
1996 Just when you think you've got life sussed
1996 Scenes from 5th Element
1996 Thing
1995 If I didn't need
1993 The Prince Formerly Known As Rupert

ABC Turkce

1998-11-11T11:11:00.005Z

by Ned

Words of a Father

1998-01-27T11:11:00.004Z

A mini diary by a new daddy
By P. Sawyer
Illustrations by Ned

This is a true story about two people experiencing the birth of their first child.
There is Trifa the mother and Paul the father. It is through Paul‘s own words that this story unfolds. Sitting comfortably?
Then we‘ll begin on 14th December, 1997.......

14/12/97 Due date
8.00am
"Paul. It’s happened!"

Bleary eyed.
Disbelief.
Wet bed.
Get the bucket and old towels.
No sign of baby all day?

15/12/97
1.00am
Return to West Suffolk Hospital to pained, bathing wife...

....off to delivery suite.

Hair pulled, arms pinched.
Don’t do this or that.
Entonex. Pethadine. Epidural.
Oh my God, this is hard. (Probably)

10.00am

4 midwives, 1 anaesthetist and 6 doctors later, a cesaerean.

I’m afraid.
Tears.
No witnessing of our arrival.

11.05am
She came out.
Ten minutes later she was a miracle to me.

"What's her name?"
"Er, not sure yet."

I touched our little baby, looked between her legs and she was a girl. A kiss on her furry forehead, a tear, she was 7lbs 14oz. Surely she should be wrinkled and crying, not beautiful and thoughtful?

16/12/97
Day Two

Visiting after work. Laying eyes on her. Cheshire cats come to mind. A kiss and light sucking of the furry forehead, she loves that. Holding her like a China cup. Wow! I won’t wash this sweater, it has her first sick on it.

Day Three

Hello's for my two darlings. I think she's apprehensive of her first car journey; she probably saw me trying to fit the car seat. Or is it the arctic temperature she’s wary off?

A new venue, few yelps, gimme food, sleep on my shoulder.

Day Four
I haven’t seen Lily or Trifa today.

Only heard of her feeding exploits from her now puffed up mum.

Day Five
Mummy’s not well and upset. Lily is now eating 'for two'. I went to see. Fed her some water for the first time. She was now quiet. Mummy and daddy happy.

Day Six
A.m.
Visit to The Gilchrist, baby crying before. I witness her first bath time. She has
"no problems" according to 'stern' mid-wife.

Day Seven
Early rise, tidy tidy, light the fire? Everyone far too helpful. Lily and Mummy arrive home 3.00pm.
"Welcome home", fuss fuss fuss - too hot - too cold, unpack this, where’s that. A few friends and family arrive at 4.00pm. A little drink.

Later we both have lots of tears.

In-laws stay
That’s OK
Shopping
Cleaning

Thank you.

22/12/97
Day Eight
Mid-wife Sally comes to see baby and 'scar'.
Not happy.
GP comes. Not happier.
Refer to Dr.Gull at W.S.H. Not happier still.
Mummy re-admitted, more tears but baby comes too.

Private Room, telly, quiet, warm, no mini-bar.
Bye for now.

Day Nine
Sister tends Lily and feeds her expressed milk.
At 1.30pm under anaesthetic, haematoma removed.
Groggy 4.30pm.
Go to collect dummies, do more washing and washing up, check fire, return at 6.15pm.

A different Mummy greets me whilst munching pizza, soup and ice-cream. Much much better thank God. Happy Family.......nearly.

24/12/97
Day Ten

Phoned Mummy, should be OK to go, baby happy and content.

3.30pm pick up Lily and Trifa to go home.

"Take Two":
Lovely and cosy in new surroundings.
Christmas Eve, long sleepless night, ended up on the sofa, I get a funny hat from her.

A full family Christmas Day. Joanne and co. joined in by telephone!

So you see, it all ended happily. Well, Trifa was left to recuperate for some weeks as they maintained the usual routine of feeding and cleaning Lily, but the emotions endured may never be matched and the love for this new tiny tot will be there for ever.

The Little Fish

1997-01-27T11:11:00.005Z

by Ned

Once upon a time
there was a little fish

And this little fish
had a little wish

It wished it could have colour
just like every other

There was blue fish

Green fish

A red one too

One with stripes

And wow!
That one's new

The little fish swam
beneath the sky

Just swimming around
and wondering why?

It day-dreamed colours
all day non-stop

Until it was time
for the sun to drop

And melt into
the waters still

As darkness filled up
every gill

But the fish still dreamed
of colours bright

The colours came
filled up the night

And lo-behold
what was this?

A golden yellow
sunshine fish.

That's all for now folks!

Just when you think you've got life sussed

1996-04-27T11:11:00.013+01:00

Just when you think you’ve got life sussed....

... it’s got a way of tapping you on the shoulder....

... and waking you up from your cozy world of perfect complacency.

So, what next?

Well, you can lay there in your pool of doubt and despair.

Eventually, however, you have to conclude anything’s better than this!

Sure, you can shed a tear. That’s allowed.

And aaahhHH! Turns to joy!

‘Cos suddenly you think of.... Mad Melting Man!

When Mad Melting Man got mad, he would shout ‘n’ holla so loudly...

... he would melt!

And there he would lay until he’d calmed down.

Chilled out!

And once he’d collected his thoughts....

... he would be collected within his body and mind.
Tranquil. Serene. Cool.

So next time it doesn’t just rain – it pours....

... and pours!

Wallow in it.

Because all manner of glorious things may rain down from the heavens.

Yo ho ho... and a bottle of Chablis!

Thing

1996-04-27T11:11:00.004+01:00

by Ned

Once upon a time,
there was a thing.

The thing found a crown

and became a King.

Or was the thing a ...

.... a Queen?

You see thing was just a thing.

Thing played in toilets.
Thing didn't need to wee though.

Thing could wee if thing wanted to.

Thing could have babies
if thing wished it.

And take them back again.

So was thing a he?

Or a she?

Or an it?

OK then.
How about The Thing!?

And everytime one refers to gender,
they'll say...

...heshe;
as in "hee-shee".

Or ......

...shehe!

As in "shee-hee"!

Wow! What a mixture.

Thing thought.

So this is what happened

under a crown.

Thing tried another position,

and another.

However, that was enough
clowning around,
so thing went back to just being ...

....thing,
and to celebrate...

...danced a
thingy-ma-jig
thing!

That's all for now folks!

Scenes from 5th Element

1996-01-01T11:11:00.002Z

Ned Pamphilon worked on this film production as a stand in for actor Luke Perry, including a hand-sketching scene whereby Perry's character is drawing the monsters. A sketchbook was produced for actor John Bluthal and film director friend Jamie. There was also this version for friend Sarsfield... click on each image to make it a little bigger to better read the words...

If I didn't need

1995-12-08T11:11:00.002Z

by Ned

Are you comfortable? Then we shall begin.

If I didn’t need....

... to earn a buck

I’d just sit back....

... and thank my luck

I’d paint all day,

if I wanted to!

An’ if I didn’t....

... I wouldn’t,

'cos I wouldn’t....

... want to.

I’d strum all day,

leg in the pool

Give you a ring....

... and say,

how about you?

We’d fly through the sky,

just like two pigs....

... in a sty:

“Come join the club!”

It’s a mile up high....

... and what we’d do....

.... if we’d done it all?

Do it again....

... or do nothing at all!