Week 18: Aspirational Figures

 



Brothers I want them to be

Brothers I don’t want them to be

Alistair Brownlee helping Jonnie cross the line together.

Mycroft Holmes crossing swords with Sherlock.

The Marx brothers making comedy together.

The Brothers Grimsby: not one of Sacha Baron Cohen’s best.

Ray and Dave Davies form The Kinks in 1964.

Dave calls Ray a ‘megalomaniac’ and ‘vampire.’

The Wright Brothers take to the skies.

Claudius and King Hamlet (I'm not letting Jude put anything near Kit's ear).

The Klitschko brothers refuse to fight each other.

Liam Gallagher inciting Noel to fight at every opportunity.

William and Harry as children.

William and Harry as men.

The Chuckle Brothers working alongside each other for 50 years.

Phil and Gary Neville: there’s just a gulf in class there.

Leon’s devotion to Jake in My Name Is Leon.

(On talking to a younger brother of an older brother I taught)

“What’s your older brother up to now?”

“He’s at uni."

“Oh, what uni are they at?”

“I don’t know.”

“What’s he studying?”

“I don’t know.”

“How is he?”

“I don’t know.”

“Have you not heard from him recently?”

“Oh yeah. He’s been back for the last few weeks. Their term must have finished.”

George and Ira Gershwin writing music together.

Jedward writing music together.

Andy and Jamie Murray excelling in different areas of the same sport.

Ed and David Miliband competing over Labour leadership.

The Outhere Brothers (Boom boom boom, now let me hear you say way-ooh.)

Cain and Abel (for obvious reasons) 

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