Thursday, June 24, 2010 8:43:38 AM
Apart from beating the crap out of my little (well behaved, highly academic) brother. Locking his little mates in the shed ("there are some sweats at the back!") and then screaming "Snakes! Spiders!" Oh and dangling him over the banisters from his feat and making him say things like "I'm a big poofta". He used to love making large elaborate spaceships out of lego. I`d pretend not to be interested until completion then I`d grab it and swing it wildly around making "Neeeaarrrnnnnn" noises as I flew it close to walls etc. After I got bored with this I`d say " I think this should fly upstairs", which meant it was time to crash it down the stairs. Drawing it out with a few more "neeeeeaarn, whooosh" noises I`d sling it downstairs and watch it disintegrate. While my brother was crying and cursing me I`d give him a massive deadleg and bid him good day. Ahhhh, happy times.