Write a Book, Alastair.

My older brother Alastair is one of the most clever and witty people I know.

Here is an excerpt of an email I received from him today:

I'm slightly embarrassed that I haven't responded much to any of your updates. This is because every single one makes me so immensely proud and happy for you that I become a naively racist Disney stereotype from the 1940s. You know; the Magical Negro Janitor, looking on at a happy scene from a distance, leaning on his mop, nodding sagely and saying "a-yup, my work here is done". He then winks to the audience and disappears in an enchanted twinkle that charmed audiences at the time, but now makes the studio lawyers uncomfortable.

You can understand why all correspondence with him leaves me wearing a goofy grin. A-yup, he writes real good.