My older brother and I hated each other as kids...
...but I never really came a cropper at his hands even if he did smack me about a few times. The worst beatings came from his mates, who thought they could treat me the same way as he did - indignation at this sent me into a bit of a psycho fit, which resulted in me getting a respectable kicking from at least three of them over the years, whilst my brother looked on - a poor show on my part, I admit, but then I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Still, each one of them stayed out of my face afterwards - I remember them all looking surprised before they regained thier somewhat meager wits and duffed me up - they must've left off on the offchance I was carrying something sharp the next time :)

I won some conflicts though, if not with physical force. I possess considerably more grey matter than my brother and know how to use it, and I remember one occasion when he was in a marker graffiti phase. One night he scrawled "*thatbloke* stiks of shit" on the side of the dresser facing my bed in our room - pillock even spelled my name wrong. So, the next day I bought a marker of my own and corrected his spelling. My mum bollocked the pair of us for defacing the furniture of course, whilst trying not to laugh. She still tells people about it now (I'm 32 now, and my brother is 35).
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 10:21, Reply)