NOW both my brothers are brilliant
although they still pick on me all the time, eg they won't rest until one of them has managed to make me eat bacon "by mistake". they are 30 and 40 respectively, ffs.

THEN - god the younger one and i fought all the time as kids though, am surprised my parents didn't murder us both. then the older one would come to stay (technically he's my half brother) and we both worshipped the ground he walked on, whereas he couldn't wait to get rid of us. he tied me to a television once and sat back to see if it would fall on my head. doubtless you can guess whether it worked.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 13 Jul 2010, 13:40, Reply)