Heroes. No, not the TV Show!

For years, I have not really thought myself as having a hero. I preferred to live my life how I saw fit. I did not need a role model and not want to copy anyone else's way of living. And, in a way, I still believe that.

I think most people have others they aspire to. If I were honest, I'd like to be a top footballer in the Francesco Totti or David Beckham mould. I'd love to be in a position to help others, something I think Mr. Beckham in particular takes seriously. It's never gonna happen, and I'm quite happy playing for the lesser known Rockbeare Rangers. My time at Arsenal will never materialise!


But I DO have a hero. I do have someone who I look at and think, "that's how I want to live my life". That person is Tim Waterfield, my brother.

You never see him unhappy. He always has a smile on his face, and is only to happy to share it! The room lights up when he enters and he commands people attention, which he loves receiving. I've never heard anyone say a bad thing about him and he seems to know the whole world!

I know, as my brother, he should be the first one to come to my aid but in that he has never let me down. I am a depressive, as many of you know, and he's always there when things are getting me down. Not that that is much of a problem at the moment, as I have Sophie keeping me happy!

He has been devoted (almost entirely) to one girl, his wife Julia. He loves kids and I'd be happy if I'm anywhere near as good with my own children (when we have them) than he is with any child he meets! He loves nature although that has gotten him into trouble (and as a result I'm now petrified of wasps!)... it's a wonder his house isn't full of animals like our Dad's is!


So if I aspire to be like anybody, it isn't a footballer, a musician, an actor. It's a white van man from Sidmouth who just happens to have a great big brother!