Albie (all growed up)

This is my best mate's eldest. I remember Albie when he was pudgy ball of cute. I used to make him say hubba hubba and do the world's worst wolf whistle. It's inconceivable to me that he's 18. He towers above me, demolishes me at table tennis (this is taken in a village hall, and he'd just played and beaten me, all the while with his coat on and one hand in his pocket at all times).

I look forward to seeing who he will become, and what he will do - at the moment he's very keen on becoming a sports journalist. He already writes his own football blog. He's funny, eloquent, moody, likeable, handsome, sulky, smouldering and the right side of obnoxious (the teenage side, the side a person grows out of).

Every now and then he still calls me Uncle Paul, and we laugh at the sound of it.