My brother Joe, though a splendid fellow in many ways, has always been a bit of a chump in matters of the heart. Scarcely a week goes by without him falling hopelessly in love with some unattainable beauty who isn’t so much out of his league as playing a different sport altogether. Inevitably, his feeble attempts at wooing end in rejection and he comes crashing down to Earth in a most bruising manner. Upon which it falls to me to play the role of therapist, agony aunt and mentor – usually over a pint or three in the Dog and Ferret.
MYou can imagine my delight on hearing about a young lady called Kamra who had inexplicably agreed to go out with him and who was, by his probably somewhat biased judgement, smarter and more beautiful than all his previous infatuations. The news gave me a warm
