Due to family obligations, I've just attended a wedding dinner where I don't recognise the wedding couple. In fact, neither did my brother who sat beside me throughout the meal. It was nice catching up with him though in our identical accentless English, and relearning his eating habits. I've forgotten his dislike for spinach (soggy veges); his aversion to fish (a fishbone stuck in his throat when he was 10 and caused a minor ruckus); and his preference for chicken breast meat (which I thought caused coughing fits). He showed me his latest gadget (Tungsten 3), and helped to serve food to the womenfolk.

My bro has turned out fine.