October 2015
I was born to Jo and Mark, the two most stylish parents a boy could hope for. One of my earliest memories is my Dad wearing a stripey T shirt whilst he gazed with an amazed look at what he had done. Horizontal red stripes must be a family thing as one of my first photo's is wearing a one-piece wrapped in a beautifully knitted blanket of golden brown. I must have really shaken up Mum and Dad's lifestyle and so made a point of keeping them awake as much as possible. Grandma came to see me with Grandpa. Thanks to more knitting skills I must have been the only new born with 5 pairs of booties. By the 30th October I was out and about in my manor, Hackney wrapped up warm against the autumn chills. Some people say that parents live out their lost dreams through their children. That can be the only explanation for my skeleton onesie for something called Halloween and a scary carved orange gourd with my name in a Hollywood style font.
November 2015
Switching to a black and white media I show my tiny toes to the world and then out again to London Fields to exercise parents. Mum and Dad have a great line in hats and big coats. We look really good as a family unit. A lot of the time I seem to be modelling a knitwear range by my talented Grandma, I must check to see if I am on a royalty based contract. The chunky cable knit is a particular favourite of mine. I go on adventures in the buggie with Grandma and Grandad and we go to Hampstead Heath. On 7th November I am issued with an official Certificate of Birth. Me and dad stand in front of some big blue metal sheet doors and a lot of graffitti. Must be Dalston. I get more lovely presents, good designer and vintage stuff. I like to hang out with Grandad who is cool. I look really cute when I am asleep although that can take a long time. I get to meet Sunday Flower Boy but haven't a clue who is hiding behind the bouquet. The Syd Lectures #1 are published on 20th November.
December 2015
4am, a popular time for me to wake up the whole house is very dark this month. My "Good job" babygrow gets some use and is a great combo with a hand knitted yellow bobble hat. Uncle Adam is brought in to give Mum and Dad some so called "quality time" and we go graffitti hunting. I dress up as a teddy bear for no special reason, but who needs one. A green tree thing appears in the house and is soon covered in bright shiny things. Something is happening soon and I am excited. It is quite cold now and I am thankful for good quality knitwear. Franklin comes to tea a week before this Christmas thing. I seem to have two residences, London and the South Coast. My first Christmas is 20th December ahead of a lot of travelling and socialising. Aunty Susan gave me an Elf hat and I show off in a moose motif onesie. Apparently the north of England also has a seaside which is also beautiful. I get to meet the rest of the Thomson's- a strange bunch indeed.
January 2016.
Back to normal as Nanna Thomson says a lot. I get back to my normal routes on the Regents Canal towpath and Victoria Park but start a new direction in fashion with my first fashion show and I'm only 3 months old. I like my new friend Alba but am not thinking of anything serious at this stage. Quite a busy month.
February 2016
My gorgeous new sleep wear is in the style of Wee Willy Winky. I must be on a fast track programme as I am swimming by early february although a purple ruff float is not very becoming. My introduction to Modern Art is at Whitechapel Gallery. Not that impressed I must say. Invited to a Preen Fashion Show and I am not out of place. Those models could do with some Farleys Rusks as they look hungry. I am in demand from Uncle Adam to sort out his vinyl collection. On the last day of the month I go to Kew Gardens.
March 2016
My wardrobe is changing rapidly and I go a bit African thanks to someone going to Benin. Good clothes mean you have to be seen and Grandpa takes me to dine out at Carluccios. I am doing the rounds at Mum's College and I am very popular. You have to work on personality though. Dad trusts me to be allowed to sit in the white car that gives off a lot of fumes, I think it is called a Folks Wagon. I am really starting to get my own things in the flat where I live. I must share with the likes of Dixie, Mia and Milun.
April 2016
My collection of cravats is now extensive, almost one for each week day which is fortunate as I am a bit of a dribbler, they say. I love my food! I am cuter by the minute.
May 2016
My passport arrives and the world is at my feet. Education first and I get an honarary toddler-ate at Mum's workplace. We leave for Spain soon and I am a little bit excited even though I am not sure what Spain are. Phoo, it is hot in somewhere called Asturias. I get my blanket on the beach before the German babies-yes! Sand gets everywhere and I mean everywhere. I learn a foreign language as in "hola, mi nombre es Senor Syd".
June 2016
Embarrassing photo taken under the caption of my New Romantic Phase. It is summer in London. Scorchio. Mum and Dad have an anniversary, 9 years. I am well good at sitting up now and everything is within reach. I discover the delights of avocado's.
July 2016
to be continued.....................................it's well past my bedtime.
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