One year, Three months and life to go....

Cheer up kid, these are the best days of yer life!

So there I was, learning how not to smile.

My brother (three years older than me) had just taken the toy I was playing with (seems I was having too much fun with it).

This is my second earliest memory, still quite vivid, and yet hazy all the same.

Have since made an art of moaning.

Prefer smiling, but ain't gonna paint one to please no one.

The moral of this story is; Big brothers (and probably big sisters too) can be right jealous fuckers (even though they buy you two of the best birthday presents ever), but you've gotta love 'em....I know I do!