How My Brother and I Nearly Killed Each Other (Twice)

Kamikaze tricyclists and fighting on the beach I grew up in the Fifties in Port Tennant, a tight-knit community on the east side of Swansea, in a world of terraced houses and sprawling, imagined battlefields, shared uneasily with my younger brother Peter. Like most brothers born close together, Peter and I did not get on. Not really. We fought, argued, and from my side at least, I was constantly…