Me and my brother...
used to beat seven shades of shit out of each other on a regular basis, mostly to show each other who's boss but also for breaking the tedium on a Sunday evening. We were only about 8 and 6 respectively at the time, so at that age you'd do owt for a laugh.

Anyhow, one Sunday evening we decide to have a game of 'Do You Dare?'.

That evening's edition of the game basically consisted of getting your opponent's head and smacking it against our bedroom window.

Not too dare like you might think - but the aim of the game was to see how much (and how hard) of a battering your forehead could take.

You can see where this is going...

First up, it was me.

Our Kid being of the weedy sort, must have pummelled my head against the window pane about 20 times before I gave in.

So, his turn...

After about 10 smacks into the window, he started chuckling (he's a bit nuts) and proclaimed the ill-fated statement "IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT???"

How did I respond?

I put his head straight through the window pane, of course.

Thus causing a large amount of damage the window, spreading glass everywhere and more worryingly, covering my dear brother in tiny little cuts, and one or two larger ones.

The slippering I got off my dear ma still hurts today, about 18 years on.

Still, we both look back on it with fond memories - me for getting one over on him, and him for having the permanent scar on his neck that he likes to show off to the ladies. He says he got it in a nasty fight, but I know better.

There's more to come, so stay tuned...
(scentless_apprentice takes two bottles into the shower!, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 16:20, Reply)