�SNAILS!� Nature has been trying to kill me again. I do like nature. I love the fact that we seem to have the largest garden in London and that foxes live there along with just about every other animal that has starred in a children�s picture book. And the birds would make Hitchcock itchy � if I saw Bill Oddie lurking near the pond I wouldn�t be surprised at all. But I like looking at all this stuff through the window. I feel like one of the characters in that Stephen King story The Mist. As long as we can keep them out there there is hope. Of course every now and again I have to venture out and face the horror. This morning for example I found that the sun had done it�s job and dried out my washing � but I also discovered that snails had decided to nest in the crotch of my trouser after racing like Smokey and the Bandit around the legs leaving silver trails of mucus everywhere. It was all the shiny stains down the front of the trousers that had sent them to the washing machine in the first place. I have also lost a t-shirt somewhere out in the wilderness. If I see a badger wearing it I will be vexed. On a happier note, Johnny rang me all the way from Convict Island. Yet another madman who sounds very nice on the telephone. I am aiming to get to Oz sometime next year. Between Frank and Johnny it should be a fun trip. I am going to see Tomahawk, The Cramps and The Rollins Band/Black Flag shows. I�ll probably be at the Turbonegro and The Weakerthans gigs too. If you are going to any of those drop me a line and we can hook up. Jess seemed to have a good day at work so we relaxed at home with a Kitano movie and some nice food... Life is good. Mike is blogging to: nothing