To the only one who doesn't call or meet me in months and gets away with it.

To the only one who can pick my brains for more than 10 minutes and still come out of it without a scratch.

To only one who can borrow and keep my dvds for months without me asking for them back.

To the only one who can scream at me and get away with it. And the only one I can scream back at without feeling even a tinge a guilt.

To the only one I can actually spend an entire day with and still not get bored.

To the only one I will cook for and deliver food to even if I'm feeling down and out. Also the only one who invites me for a meal, and gets me to cook!

To the only one whose food I will eat and say it stinks, when it does. It's great most of the time though.

To the only one who believed I had another talent apart from writing and almost convinced me to go to art college.

To the only one who has twisted my ankle, banged my head against the wall, punched my arm and is still part of my life.

To the only one whose phone number I actually remember by heart.

To the only one I can trust with organising the party at my funeral.

To my one and only brother - Happy Birthday.
Cheers and a bucketful of fish!