one last story
My older brother, 5 years older than me. Athletic, head of school, Captain of the first etc etc etc you can imagine the guy. I think some of you know that i am adopted and was originally born in Ireland. Now the family that wanted to adopt me where weighing up a tough choice, adopt me, an even lengthier process and quite intrusive due to the legislation or adopt an English baby. Now the story goes that my prospective folks and there parents where talking about this over a weekend and classic older people round the kitchn table debating. My bro who was five ish at the time was just hanging around occasionally saying "Mummy" "daddy", Grandma grandad etc, for a long time and as parents do they ignored him until Mum finally piped up and said "what do you want nick?" (for that is his name) and apparently he said " I like the other baby(me) i want him to be my brother"

That swung it for my olds and hey presto 20 years later here i am writing this story. Sure he was my older brother and he beat me up, shot me with an air rifle, wiped my zelda on snes twice, constant dead legs etc but for that one moment ill always be grateful. Thank fuck he wont read this ill never hear the end of it.
( SteveFrench Cardio is for homo's. do you even lift bro?, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 13:51, Reply)