Today is my brother’s birthday.

It is twenty-seven years since he bounded onto the scene and it’s fair to say that life has never been quite the same since…in a good way obviously.

Whether it’s the two of us attempting to walk back home from East Africa, cracking up as we farted through floor boards (yes we are the height of culture) or terrorising our sisters where the Beynon brothers were/are chaos was/is never far away.

As we’re both in our own places on opposite sides of the UK – maximising the Beynon related chaos – I don’t get to see him as often as I’d like and in fact today I am no where near him. So:

Happy Birthday Matey. Don’t drink all the beer.