Right, for those who don't know me, I'm Danny, Jack's older brother. I've known him 31 years, whether I wanted to or not, and I shared a room with him until I was 16. So if anyone here is qualified to embarrass him today, it's me. Megan, I'm sorry in advance.
Jack is, against all odds, a secondary school maths teacher. Genuinely good at it. The kids love him. Which baffles me, because this is a man who, at 29, flipped a Monopoly board at Christmas because Mum bought Mayfair.
When we were kids, he kept his Pokémon cards in perfect order and went mad if you touched them. He also cried at The Lion King every single time. Still does, probably.
But here's the thing about Jack. When I broke my leg at 17, he did my paper round for six weeks so I wouldn't lose the job. Never mentioned it. Never asked for anything. That's him. The one everyone calls when things go wrong, who just turns up. Quietly. With a four-pack…