Remembering back all the memories I have of Leon from being a child. If there was one constant in my life; it was Leon. I can remember every single time he picked me up from school, every single time he got frustrated I'd rather play football than the guitar, every single time we sneaked a biscuit before dinner and had to run away from mum. 

(He was always cheeky and loved a practical joke; it's probably where I get it from.)

There were countless times he'd try and convince me Burnley were the better team or that the Sgt Pepper's Lonely Heart Club Band was a great album. He didn't manage to get me convinced on either - but I suppose I can play 'Lucy in the Sky' one more time. Maybe. 

(I was always a Fleetwood Mac fan to be honest...)

I will miss you, big brother. I'm going to be being called 'Snotty' or 'Baby Kelly' or 'Auntie Smelly' despite how many times I protested. I'll miss your failed attempts at making me a brew the way I liked it or listening to you tell me how I wasn't allowed to grow up because it just meant you were getting old. 

I love you.