"I've known him all my life. Lucky for him he had 13 months and 4 days to himself before I came along. I'm talking about my brother. He's always been 13 months and 4 days taller, 13 months and 4 days cleverer, 13 months and 4 days more experienced. Did he take advantage of this? Well, I remember trying to race Brad across the Chester Bridge but I was always too scared of the gaps between the planks. But the main reason was because he ran faster than me. I was making up excuses. I'd pretend to be so scared and couldn't run and had to hold my dad's hand. I bluffed that one for a while.
Simple tasks like drawing or playing with Lego blocks and he'd have the upper hand. He'd always get the best colours and the biggest blocks. Any chance I had to colour and he'd shout at me for doing it too loud. He'd shout at me for clicking the Lego blocks together too hard.
As we grew up we both developed skills that the other couldn't grasp. I mastered the piano. As soon as I got into a nice melody, he'd sneak up to the piano and plonk really hard the top keys. It was so annoying.
Although he's a pain on the piano keys, he's still my big brother. He's been my best mate all my life and putting our Lego days behind us, we can settle our differences over a nice pint together.
There is one advantage of being 13 months and 4 days younger. It's always his round."