The first memory I have of Kevin I swear, we were in the
back of the Taxi taking him home from hospital very soon
after he was born. I think I remember the nurse telling
him as she passed him to my Mum “you be good ”. At only
2 and a half myself I can never be sure if I actually
remember this or if I just remember my Mum telling about
it. One thing I do know, he didn’t listen.
As far as
brothers and sisters go, Kevin and I are not
exactly "Same Difference" or "Donnie and Marie". Kev is
absolutely your typical boy and I was always your
stereotypical girl. He liked Star Wars, climbing trees
and He-Man while I liked make-up, dancing and Barbie so
I don’t suppose there was really much for us to go on.
We were constantly fighting.
I remember being quite smug about the fact that I was
the good child. Kevin was always in trouble at school
which meant my misdemeanours usually flew under the
radar. When your brother is constantly being suspended
from school you look like an angel in comparison. I
don’t suppose the fact that a teacher once asked him
“why can’t you be more like your sister?” helped our
Kevin was always bored, he hated being inside and
although he was bright he wasn’t academic at all. He
drove his teachers mad, he drove my Mum mad and yes the
drove me mad. Adolescent girls do not like the game
where someone holds their finger right in front of your
face and says repeatedly “What? I’m not touching you”
The madness continued into our teens and I can
honestly say there were times when I could have killed
him. You never know perhaps my wedding day will be the
day I finally forgive him for writing off my
car.........or should I say cars?
At 19 years old Kevin decided to join the army and my
out of control, delinquent little brother became a man
almost overnight. Kevin passed out in Catterick in
2001 as Best Recruit and Best Shot and the additional honour
of being awarded a Marksman badge (we were told by a
senior officer that only one other time has this badge
been awarded to a recruit). That was me.....up-staged,
damn him and his 20/20 vision.
I’d like to say that as we’ve grown older Kevin and I
have a new found understanding of each other....nope!
He’s still He-Man and I’m still Barbie and we just don’t
get each other. What we have found instead is a lot more
respect and a enormous pride in each other’s
achievements. Anyone who knows me will have heard me
going on (and on) about Kevin, his girls, his career.
Kev will be playing the role
of Brother of the Bride and will be giving me away
(although I think maybe someone should tell him he won’t
get anything back in return, it would be just like him
to try to swap me for a PS3 or something). Kevin and I
would much rather scream abuse at each other than say
how we really feel so I won’t be telling him on the day
that there is no-one that I would rather have to do this
job and how proud I will be to have him there. And I’ll
probably never get around to telling him that although
there have been times when I wanted to shove him back in
that Taxi (he rode in on), life is never dull with him
around I’m really glad he’s my brother.
Good luck Kev x