James King, Eamonn and Friends

Eamonn was dressed in a white coat, peaked cap and carried a note-book and pen. He also wore a pair of spectacles. He was a fully formed Pram Driving Instructor. I pushed the pram which had an L plate at the front, and a bicycle bell on the handle. There was an L plate on my back.

Eamonn's clarity of role prompted me to act up and develop a stronger role, rather than just being myself as learner Pram Pusher. I became a nervous, elderly man anxiously hobbling behind the pram, with a sequence of distorted expressions on my face.

Eamonn observed other pram pushers in the street and passed his insights onto me. He even pointed out in clear tones for all to hear the mistakes other pram handlers were committing , which I should avoid - such as sideways parking. He spotlighted the skill displayed when a mother handed the pram over to her own mother in a smooth co-ordinated action. We practiced parking beside bench seats , and queuing at an ATM. I was the only person who clearly indicated with arm out-stretched to the side when turning a corner, and the only one with a bell.

In the Richmond Shopping Centre, when approaching an elevator I made a big show of hesitating fearfully. Going down I was verging on the hysterical, in spite of Eamonn's calm voice giving me reassuring directions. Interestingly, the security man in the Foyleside Centre forbade us from approaching the bottom of the elevator. He said we were blocking the way and sent us around to the lift. Knowing our history with Foyleside security in the past I imagined that the man , knowing that there was something irregular about what we were doing felt impelled to interfere. But pushing a pram is hardly an offence so he couldn't actually put us out.

Outside at the top of a slope adjacent to the Forum Theatre, I pretended that the pram was running out of control , unsuccessfully tried to hold it back and ended up crashing into a lampost and sitting down in a daze.