HIGGINS

Millicent Lucille Capsicum Blanche Smithers Limited with Higgins (Also known as Alex).

Higgins is my step-brother. He lives in Wellington. Together, we are responsible for the creation of many a stupid idea. Higgins is a movie writer/director by night, courier by day. Higgins is as Scottish as they get. Higgins also does Taekwon-Do. If ever a situational comment is required, Higgins will provide it. Alex has a cat called Mog, which he pronounces "Mag". Often, you can hear him rambling on about "Mag has white socks and wide eyes!" (Every word is in staccato) Staccato is a musical term, which means the note is played quickly for a very brief time. When I first met Alex back in 1993, his best friend was Neil Sinclair. Neil was not the sharpest bowling ball on the rack, to put it bluntly. (Ba-Boom, Crash!)
Alex and I have 2 master plans, which we will carry out one day:
1 - Go to an expensive restaurant, and order spaghetti bolognese. We will bring pictures of ourselves, in which we are eating piggily, and face them outwards, so all neighbouring diners will see them. We will proceed to eat as noisily and untidily as possible. We wil burp loudly and make noises such as "UNG!" "NARNG!" or "GULM!" upon each mouthful. When we have finished the first lot, we will bang noisily on the table with our giant spoons (which we will have brought from home) and bay for "More faed!" 
2 - We will track down Phillip (Pillin) who thought he was rid of us forever. We will show up on his doorstep, and insist he comes driving with us. We will then go to a cafe or something quite a few miles away. This is so he will not want to walk home. Then we will remind him of all the stupid things he did in Taihape College, and all our adventures. This is sure to drive him crazy, and waste however many weeks of therapy (we assume) he must have undertaken.
Alex once told me about a car accident he had. "It was me and my mother in the car. It was terrible! I sprained my ankle! See? See? It was a really bad accident, but I'm ok now. Ooh hoo hoo, it surely was bad! My ankle will be weakened permanently! What if I want to run to the olympics?" I asked him then "What happened to your mum?" Alex replied nonchalantly "Oh, she just broke her neck. But MY ANKLE!! WAAAAAAARRRG!!!"
True story.

Alex's comment on this page:
<So far I have made no comment. Casale, my inspiration and rolemodel, is making a comment on my behalf until I send him my proper comment, and here it is:> "I, Alex Higgins, hereby solemnly declare Sir Casale as my owner, in the same manner as one would own a pet cat, or an alpaca, for that matter."