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A £50 million search for love

The cremation of my friend Michael on a large pyre of fever-tree logs

29 March 2014

9:00 AM

29 March 2014

9:00 AM

 Laikipia

When I first knew Michael Cunningham-Reid he was such a strict teetotaller that he would not eat trifle for pudding in case there was sherry in it. For years, not drinking was his leitmotif, along with big cigars and a thirst for gambling, racehorses and catching marlin with just two lines out on the Indian Ocean.

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