19th May 2002

Hello, animal lovers.

The other night I was at my friend Cartwright's house watching football on the telly and drinking beer. You know the sort of thing that men do. On my way home on my bike through the wood, I saw two hedgehogs doing a mating game. They were so exciting they didn't notice me as I was pretty well camouflaged.

For what must have been close to an hour, I watched them getting to know each other real well. The male (lets call him John) probably died later on of a heart attack cos he was breathing heavily and pushing air through his nose with great power, resulting in loudish tju-tju sounds which, I suppose, should help getting the female (lets call her Laura for now) ready. Laura was circling around him, twisting and turning like a cat. After watching them for an hour, and John still hadn't scored, I left them to it, because it was four o´clock in the morning. I thanked the good lord for the performance, and biked home to the sound of the early-birds.

Goodbye, purple people.

Eh... Panda, Langballe (Longball), Hellan and me, drinking
and telling jokes at Pippa's flat (Suzie, this is the wrong picture.
These are not hedgehogs, they are my mates)