Gavin is my younger brother. My slightly less attractive, witty and intelligent younger brother in fact. Despite inadequacies in those departments he's managed to find a woman in life, the very lucky Becca, who somehow tolerates him enough to live with him. Anyone other than me will actually tell you that Gavin is actually rakishly good looking (how can he not be wearing aviators and sporting light stubble?) and much more amusing than me, but then I've never listened very much to other people when it comes to things like that!

Anyway, whether you know him or not, doff your hat, raise a glass, give a rogue-ish wink and wish my brother a very happy 29th birthday. He is, after all, now teetering on the precipice of being a thirtysomething, so he needs all the good wishes he can get!