Ask any younger sibling and they’ll ‘fess up to being competitive with their kin. I’m certainly guilty as charged when it comes to my older brother Michael – I can recall with startling clarity the exact moment he went from being my lovely big brother to competition that needed to be crushed and annihilated.
It was a Sunday afternoon, circa 1991. I was complaining to my mum Irene about my maths homework, which Michael always found easy. She lovingly told me that it didn’t matter that I wasn’t as good at maths as my brother, because I was good at
