Mike Carrigan is one of the wickedest kiwi’s I have met. Excellent fun and a truly excellent sense of humour, how he managed to convince the lovely Heather to marry him will forever remain a mystery ;)
Mike and Heather would have to be one of the most relaxed couples I have met – and a damn good thing too. Just before their wedding (a week?! before) they were told they had to leave the house they were renting and move out immediately because of earthquake damage. A work gang was pressed into service and most of the moving was done in an evening. They _seemed_ quite unphased… I was so impressed.
Anyway, a week before the wedding was the stag night – and I thought, for all Mike’s wickedness, he came through remarkably unscathed. The suicide curry was pretty damn hot (I tried about a teaspoonful – and could hardly taste anything for an hour – Mike managed a good 3 mouthfulls (before succumbing to hiccups for about an hour)
The next day it was off for a tramp to a hut where there was laughter and merriment and a reasonable amount of drink consumed. All in all it was an extremely pleasant experience! Much better Glynn’s stag where I ended up in hospital ;)
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