This is a touching photo stumbled upon during a scroll down the pages of Facebook. I inherited a hundred or so of my brother Jacob’s friends after his untimely death at the hands of Cheshire Constabulary. The wrist bands you can see commemorate his life. On them are his date of birth and date of death, along with the words KEEP IT REAL. In typical fashion, like all important personal relics, I lost mine, but this picture is worth more. Truly heart-warming. The additional montage is the back page of the book I written about Jacob. There were various photos to choose from and they may well change over different editions. J4J means Justice for Jacob, but there’s more chance of winning this week’s Euromillions. One of the last times we were together, he bought the black NY cap he’s wearing in black — twenty squid from JD in Manchester. I told him he could get if for six nicker from Sports Direct, but he wasn’t quite the desperate cheapskate I am. We sat in the reserved first class seats on the train back. I think he looks true and honest in that blacked-out pik, a young man full of potential on the up n coming. 25 eh, what an age to travel onwards. The chapbook, entitled Jacob Michael: The Serious Last of a Dying Breed G, at just over 11,000 words, took just one week to write back in December 2013. There are a few copies knocking around Widnes, Runcorn and Warrington, and a second edition print-run in the pipeworks. I’d like to get it in the hands of a production company at some point. I can see the promise of a short film there, no problem at all, the truth is stranger — and therefore better — than fiction. I may even serialise the book online, one chapter at a time, for a limited period right here on the blog. Hmm...not a bad idea.