My brother
He's three years older than me. When I was about nine we each got a pair of boxing gloves. Our bouts would begin in the proper "guard up, jab and move" manner but gradually descend into rough brawling, and as I inevetiably became frustrated at the beating I was taking, would generally end with me launching the "full windmill" attack, as popularised by 1970s comic books. However I still always came off worse but it never stopped me from taking on the next bout, clinging to the belief that in just another week/month/year, I'd be able to take him.

However, I will get my revenge. My brother does a physically demanding job and will be fucked by the time he's seventy. I, of course, will be a sprightly sixty seven year old.
Yeah, then he'll get what's coming to him.

Now I just need to make sure that I don't get Alzheimer's in the meantime.
(Cave Duck, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 13:38, 1 reply)

my brother and I did that.
'cept we didn't have boxing gloves, so we used cricket gloves instead.
I'm not sure what kind of protection was afforded to us by the gloves or whether we would've been better off bare knuckle
( real i'm not happy 'til you're not happy, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 14:01, closed)