Mike (a.k.a. Irish Mick) and I go back a very long way. We have next to nothing in common, although we often used to lust over the same women—and over one woman in particular. [Yes, thanks for getting in the way and blowing any chances I ever had with that one, Mike, you would-be would-be-girlfriend-stealing lust-monkey! Still, I got my own back: did I ever tell you about the time she stuck her tongue in my ear? Ha! Read it and weep, you shameless apple-of-one's-eye-muscling-in-on merchant.]
As well as being a complete git, Mike is a fanatical mountaineer and a talented cartoonist who likes to hide his light under a bushel. He is also the proud owner of a nose that runs in the family.