This toast has been a little while coming; tonight, my humble readers, we raise a glass to my dear brother.

For the last few years, I’ve made no secret of the the respect I have for Max. He’s hilariously funny, splendidly intelligent, amusingly mischievous, but above all, a terrifically nice chap with a pronounced sense of right and wrong. He’s also a little mysterious. You don’t second guess him.

He has a bright future ahead of him, and I’m positive he’ll continue to make me proud to be his brother. At the moment, he deserves all the success he’s met with.

We’ve not always got on perfectly, but perhaps that’s what makes me so happy when I reflect on how easily we get on today. He’s an immensely awesome guy.

Interestingly, I’m fairly sure he doesn’t read this blog. It’s highly likely that he may never find out that the honour of a toast has been conferred upon him. He deserves it nonetheless.  One and all, raise your glasses to Max Fayers.