Guy Montgomery was an extremely annoying child. Each night at dinner, he would attempt to get his younger sister to laugh so hard she snorted out her food. One evening, when his parents had friends over, he spent the whole meal pretending to be a South African exchange student. “My mum was like, ‘He’s not, he’s my son,’” Montgomery says. “She was chasing me around the table, laughing, and I ran to my bedroom. When she came in later I was asleep.”
He once read a joke book out loud all the way from Blenheim to Christchurch, a four-hour trip, telling zingers such as this one: “How do you keep an ugly monster in suspense?”
