All Creatures

Unfortunately, I didn't get many exciting wildlife photos, largely because most things moved too quickly - particularly me when I saw creepy crawlies.

On one occasion, a couple of hours after I'd read the Lonely Planet section on fauna which told me to beware of scorpions relaxing in empty shoes, I put my hand into my trainers having forgotten the advice. I felt something creeping along my arm, suddenly remembered what I'd read and did my usual leap around the room, screaming, looking for a chair to stand on and so forth.

I just about caught sight of something flecked with red on my arm before shaking it off. I'm still not sure whether it was a baby gecko or a piece of elastic.

Sadly, no elephants, and rather too many cows.

Still, this has presented me with an opportunity to plug my mate Neil's (aka Quinby) hip-hop "crew", which I believe is the technical term. One of the bands is called All Creatures. They're on the Hairy Parents label, and generally make Lamb-handed hip-hop with Bristolian accents. Extremely entertaining.


Lizard in flip flop