I mentioned in my previous post that Wee John's brother, Charlie, joined last weekend's 40th birthday commiserations. As you can see above, you'd barely know they were related.
It was actually Charlie who bears sole responsibility for there being a get together in the first place. Charlie lives in Oslo, you see (apparently it's somewhere near Norway). And when I told him last year that I wasn't intending to make a special effort to mark my four decades on Planet Earth, he said he was flying to Yorkshire that weekend come what may.
"And you'd better ****ing make it worth my ****ing while," he added.
Charlie's a poet by trade.
