Perhaps there was no choice. the surname ‘Bamlett’ seemed to invite a sobriquet that was popular at the time when I was in short pants in primary school, when Mums took their boys, holding their soft hands, to the ‘fleapit’, as it was called in Holmfirth, where ‘the pictures’ could be seen.
Bambi fitted in other ways. Bambi can’t skate and Thumper, the boy-man rabbit, ridicules him by banging his foot on the ice. other boys took to ice slides as if there bodies had been balanced by design. I fell, legs spanned like Bambi’s, if not so numerous.
Was it a slur to be called Bambi? I don’t know now, though it felt so. Now I rather like the nickname, when people are too few to call me it. Those sad eyes call me.
All my love
Steven or ‘Bambi’ xxxxxxxxx
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