Boris the Hedgehog emerged from under a heap of rotting leaves sometime late in the spring of 1963. He has since devoted his time to leaving innocent footprints in the flower beds of life. Any prize pansies crushed in his quest for tasty slugs should be regarded as an unfortunate mishap.
Although he possesses many of the intrinsic characteristics of all true hedgehogs - a largely nocturnal lifestyle, a dislike of fast cars, and a tendency to roll up into a ball when danger threatens - he finds himself forced to walk the world in crudely human guise. Only a fool would want to know the sordid details. The similarities are not quite total, however, since hedgehogs are, on the whole, charming, inoffensive, and useful to have in the garden. Let Boris loose in your garden and you'll soon notice the difference.
Apologies to anyone who's come here looking for the lowdown on Erinaceus europaeus and its relatives. If that's what you want, try running 'hedgehog' through a search engine. Don't find much, do you? I didn't, anyway.
Life is veritably brimming with slugs, some tastier than others. Good books, good films and good music abound, but I'll spare you the tedium of long lists to plough through. Instead, I'll give you the tedium of the three fattest, juiciest slugs at the bottom of the compost heap.
Birding on the Isle of Thanet
Fantasy roleplaying in the world of Heptovania
And if the spirit of hedgehogdom beats within your heart, e-mail me if you think we share the same taste in gastropods.
This site is still very much under construction and will probably remain so for some time to come. Don't expect anything too ultra-cool and classy coz I'm a firm adherent of the Simple But Functional school of design and besides html hurts my brain too much...