Saturday, 12 June 2010

Two L's and One T

Okay, so it's 2.15 in the morning and I can't sleep, again. What a surprise ha. So as I sit here with music blaring from my headphones and texting Elliot, my brother who is about 5 metres away from me I thought I'd take this time to say how important siblings are.


Hats in Crete ha

Anyone who has a brother or sister, do you call them your friend or are they just someone you live in the house with? Barely acknowledging their presence? Although he's nearly 5 years younger than me, he's one of my best friends. He makes me laugh, I really care about him, I like to know what's going on in his life, chat to him about problems, just generally get on with him really well. We're really similar, but completely different at the same time.


Cousins wedding. One of our most sensible photos I think.

One of the main reasons I'm glad I left my old school is because being at boarding school I didn't get to really share my life with my brother and now I do. So if you don't make time for your brother's or sister's then you should because you might just be surprised at how well you get on with them. People are always surprised at how well we get on, but to me, it makes perfect sense. 


Young much :')

I'd actually hate to be an only child. I mean who else would laugh with me when Dad comes out with stupid things like 'go mango yourself up a tree'? Who else would come out with 'Can you get aids in this country' at the dinner table? Who else would bully me and tell me I'm a slut for working at our local pub? Who else would cruise with me when I just passed my test? Who else would address me as bamf? No one that's who. So you best not disappear crutch boy. I'm going to be gutted when I can't call you that anymore, even though I will be happy when you can walk again properly.


He clearly enjoyed me being drunk on my 18th. 
For some reason I was pretending to shower him, or something.
I promise I'm not incest ha.

Brotherly/Sisterly love. Where would I be without it :) Certainly more bored than I am right now ha. He might play some crap tunes, he might think he's a badman... when he's just not, play COD far too much and bully me about how small I am, but I wouldn't change him. So.... little big brother, I'm taking this time to say how much I appreciate you cripple boy :') Bamf for life as you say.


Little and large. Obviously I'm the big one.


The Spencer-Keyse Kids.


'A brother is a friend given by nature' -  Legouve.

So other than your name reminding me of Legoland, and the days of building Lego zoos in the lounge, I agree with you. 
My brother is my friend, my friend is my brother. 

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4 Comments:

Blogger Insomniac said...

awww, that is so sweet, I have a sister, we do get along, alright, but we also have our arguments. People are surprised we get along the way we do, but then again she is my sister, the only one I have why would I always argue with her? I remember this one time when my sister went away to Italy for four months without me, I was so upset I would cry all the time because I missed her so much. I think that is when I really realized how much I loved her, Excellent post, really made me reminisce.

12 June 2010 at 12:37  
Blogger Jessi Haish said...

A great post! Makes me think of my sister and I. I love this; keep up the good work!

12 June 2010 at 21:00  
Blogger Kara said...

I love this. I have two older brothers. My biological one I often hate at times. But they are family and really no one else can share that experience you had growing up but a sibling. And hopefully everyone takes their siblings seriously and will have life long support from them. I've decided to follow you. If you want to return the favor: http://kara-liveoutloud.blogspot.com

13 June 2010 at 18:14  
Blogger Shrimpdude said...

Me and one of my sisters get on quite well, she's 4 years younger than me. We used to play games together as kids and play together a lot because I didn't have many friends nearby.

And now it's a case of we have each other's backs against the common enemy which is the rents haha.

My other sister is only 4 and I've only met her a couple of times so I don't really know her. I don't even know if she would remember me to be honest!

18 June 2010 at 16:54  

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