My youngest brother is a bit of a winner in my books (and most peoples’ books if we’re honest). Not only did he join me in eating peoples’ scraps a few weeks ago, but he rounded up a team of university students to make a documentary about Comfort is for Wimps (for university purposes, not because I forced him to).
Look, I’m not magnificent in front of the camera, but they did a damn fine job of editing it.
They also spelled my last name wrong. So that’s cool. Nawt.
But it’s awesome. I’m proud.