That kid in the red pants, stupid jumper and shit haircut was born on this day, the 18th of January, 25 years ago. The other kid is me.
I didn’t bust out of the womb until a month after he did but our mums were friends which meant that pretty much from day 1 we were too. Long before we could walk, talk or use a toilet. It’s not like we really even had a choice in the matter, but even now, many years later and after mastering those and other important life skills, we’re still just as close as when we were in nappies.
I’m not sure exactly how old we are in this photo but it was before I could grow a beard so we must have been pretty young. Neither of us play tennis any more but we’re still the kind of badass, balls to the wall motherfuckers who will rock out in matching pants and not even give a shit. Because that’s what good friends do, you know? They wear matching pants. No matter what.
Happy Birthday man.
