Liam; my little brother, mon petit frere, my tiny comrade. My ‘half’ brother if you wish to be technical, a product of my father and she-who-shall-not-be-named. It’s nearing two years that Liam’s been in existence, and it’s proved difficult to come to terms with the fact that HE IS NO LONGER A BABY.
I’m supposed to visit them in the depths of hell over the course of the Christmas break, a task finds me less than enthralled. Why? She-who-shall-not-be-named. She is undoubtedly the most vile, vindictive, selfish human being in the Northern Hemisphere. And perhaps the Southern Hemisphere. And Tobago, wherever the hell that is.