It’s the Bassist’s birthday – sixteen today! To be honest, it feels as if the poor chap’s been sixteen for ages. He is tall and dark with a beautiful baritone voice and feels as much of a man to me as his seventeen-year-old brother does. I suspect that this is because, ever since he was a tiny boy he has run to keep up with his big brother. When they were pre-schoolers, people often took them for twins, despite the 21-month age difference.
I have to say that the twin-mistake was attributable as much to the big-brotherliness of the Ultimate Frisbee Freak as to the Bassist’s precocity. Virtually the first thing I remember the UFF saying about his new little sib was ‘Baby crying! Pick him up, cuddle him, make him happy again!’ And this has been pretty much the attitude ever since. They are inseparable, play in bands together (the UFF on lead guitar, I hope I don’t have to tell you what the Bassist plays), play for Kent Open ultimate frisbee team together and are, generally speaking, lost without each other when one goes away.
So, happy birthday to The Bassist! Thanks for sixteen years of motherly pride. I feel - I’m glad to say - a lot more comfortable today than I did sixteen years ago when I was at the stage of sitting down very gingerly…
By the way, the B was born in a birthing pool, water-births being very much the thing then. He loves a bath to this day!