![]() ![]() By the time the film finished, we were all quite pissed, having drunk plenty of beer and without the padding of any food yet. Even though our group was a exotic mix of diverse international ambassadors from as far afield as Canada, England, New Zealand, England, Australia and England, nobody else had ever seen the film, so it was decided that it deserved a go. When no one else came forward with a suggestion for the inaugural film, I recommended The Wicker Man (1973). One night, someone revealed to us that he had after-hours access to Avalon TV Studios in Lower Hutt, and that we could all go there and watch something on the big screen any time. Then we’d sit in front of the TV and eat. It was, as the name suggests, an excuse for blokes to get together, eat curry, and drink beer (specialist breweries, usually.) We’d meet at someone’s house, knock back a few ales whilst shooting the shit, then eventually pop down the street to the local take-away just before closing time. Whilst living in New Zealand, I attended a fortnightly gathering in Wellington called Curry-Beer-Men. ![]()
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