He eloped and was wed to Claire Penelop-pop. It was a Friday. 09.10.09.
He was my brother, called Steepfun John. He was one of my favourite brothers actually. Then, one day he put his childish ways behind him and became a man.
Before he did all that, we managed one last swim together in the wilds of the Sea-Swans. On the stoke of midnight we donned our trunks, headed to the beach and cast ourselves into the frozen wastes of the Gower.
Surprisingly for someone of my skill and ability, I wasn’t chosen to be part of the elopment and be one of those who’d wear a fancy suit and be given responsibility. I regarded this more as an oversight rather than a deliberate mistake as I was commissioned instead to take pictures of the boys preening themselves in preparation for the service. Those pictures will appear soon.