Today is my 'big' brother's birthday. He would have been 72 this year. He tragically died in 1968 and I miss him today as much as I have always done. He was my best friend, my comrade-in-arms when we were mischievous children. He took me with him everywhere, despite the seven year age gap. If his friends didn't want me there, he wouldn't go out with them. And clever, boy was he bright. He had an amazing capacity to recite things he had read or heard, word perfectly. I knew all the Goon Shows and Hancock's Half Hour because he would tell them to me as a bed-time story. He got a scholarship to Manchester Grammar School. My mum was so proud of him. And I loved him, still do, because he will always be a part of me.
Miss you x