Hello everybody! I'm Stephen, as you might of already guessed. And here I shall try to do that personal essay thingy whatsit, but essays have never been my strong point, so probably it'll be just lots of random and bizarre thoughts that pop into my head. Or poop into my head, as I almost typed. Anyway, I was born on Monday the 19th of April, in the year 1982. And what a wonderful year that was! Blade Runner and E.T came out at the cinema, Peter Davison was well into his time as the fifth person to have played Doctor Who, and Madness were doing such hits as Our House, and I Like Driving in My Car. Yes, rather embarrassingly, whenever anybody says a year, I immediately think of what films, televison programmes, or music was around at the time! I think Margeret Thatcher may have been the prime minster of England at the time, but don't hold that against me. Anyway, the story goes that I was born rather early in the morning on Monday, at around 9:00, making my father, my sister, and my brother all late for work and school. It was my father going to work, incase you were wondering. And one of the rather amusing story my brother always tells me is that he turned up late for school that day, and his teacher said in a very angry fashion, "Why on Earth are you so late? " (I added the emoticon for effect, you see), to which my brother replied, in a very sad and sorry voice, "Well, my Mum was having a baby!" and then for the rest of the day his class spend the time making a card for my mother, and drawing various pictures of what the baby might be like. I believe my brother drew a picture of me with the words, "This is my baby brother, he will not cry," rather foolishly confidently at the top. Anyway, that's the start! I would go on, but unfortunately my brain has gone to sleep, so I hope you found that first bit fairly entertaining! And if you have any questions, please feel free to ask them. Except questions about maths homework. I can't help you with that.