Tuesday, 24 July 2007


Talk about your limited interest blog! This post is of interest to those who know me and or my sister. To be honest I imagine that's everyone reading (both of you!).

I believe an older sibling is there to be learned from. Kerry taught me my first (but not last) lesson in rejection. Seven years older than me, picking me up from primary school while full of contempt, I thrilled her with tales of my day but was left curious as she walked twice as fast as me, muttering all the while. While "looking after" me one evening, she dyed my Heinz spaghetti green and wouldn't let me go out to play until I finished it. You have to remember that tinned spaghetti has these foul looking lumps in it when they're red. Green, it just looks like an old man's had his morning cough into your food. The same day, however, she cut her hand open on a tin of pineapple (not for me), bled in it and had to have stitches...my first lesson in karma! (my step brother David ate the bloodied pineapple! Ha!)
It was when my first niece was born that bridges were built. We grew together through babysitting and have been close ever since.
I recommend having an older sister to anyone who has a choice. Mine is a wonder woman. You wonder how she can be so much younger than her years after bringing up such HORRIBLE kids largely on her own and making a huge success of herself all the while. You also wonder when she'll stop looking younger than you and grow old gracefully.
Happy Birthday Kerry Love Billy x


Kezza Dores said...

Thanks for the love......and Birthday wish.

BUT.....you have misrepresented the walk home from school a little......I was a teenager, having to go back on my journey when all of my friends were heading straight home and laughing together....to pick up my talkative little brother who was extremely cute and funny .....BUT going through a phase of saying "you know what right"...and then waiting until I said "Yeah"...this would continue throughout the entire journey!!!

And the spaghetti was just me being creative.....always looks good when they do these things on Blue Peter!

Love you lots an look forward to seeing you soon xxxx

Will Shyne said...

Ah, 20/20 hindsight!!I'm sure I wasn't trying to be annoying. It was a cry for help! I'll know next time! Have a great day!

Kezza Dores said...

Enough with the sympathy vote.......xxx

Beezer B said...


Anthony Hope-Smith said...

When I was a kid my mum once dyed rice blue because she thought that would make me want to eat it. That day neither me or my dad ate it. To think that all she had to do was stir fry it with egg and the problem would have been solved.
Happy belated birthday, Kerry!

Barry said...

A little late I know but .... My mum picked me up from the juniors everyday and was always tickled pink that I came home in a completely different pair of shorts.........everyday!

Will Shyne said...

I want the rest to this story Baz! To any non-natives 'Tickled Pink' means 'pleased' or 'found it funny' as opposed to 'was REALLY confused' or 'worried'

Fred said...

Nice drawing. Love the story.

Anonymous said...

Billy i can't believe you would call me and Ciara HORRIBLE kids =[ .. Now i am definatley choosing a FAVOURITE UNCLE =P.. Lauren x (And would you believe i found this through google by accident =])