My l'il Bro
I love my l'il bro to bits, and get on really well with him, and am a bit proud of the fact that he's now a Dad to my gorgeous little niece, and is doing really well with everything.

However when we lived together we were either best mates or killing each other, there was no in between, which I guess is common as I'm only 18 months older than him.

We used to do allsorts to each other to wind each other and other people up, like the time we chased each other round the sitting room with knives because the double decker bus had stopped at the bus stop outside our house and all the passengers were staring in.

As the older brother I had a stash of items that it was prudent to hide in a secret sneaky hiding place, stuff like cigarettes, porn and my party booze (I would be about 15 at the time and Matt would be 13) I came home one day to get something out of the hiding place to find one of my cans of party booze had been pierced at the bottom by a compass and had been emptied.

'Mum' I stormed down the hallway 'Matt has stolen my booze'
'You have booze hidden in your bedroom?' Mum was not happy ' Grounded'

So i was confined to quarters for a week whilst my bro who'd stolen my booze got away with it. i was not happy.
(Lord Monkey of Yorkshire,OBE killed a gipsy on...., Mon 29 Dec 2008, 19:02, Reply)