Yes, my slugs have been at it again and so this time I filmed some of them getting down with it and dancing till the break of dawn. This shall be the last time and I will not tolerate such liberal, fun acts again. Slugs are here to work, slime kitchens, make cups of herbal tea, praise me, listen to my prose and burgle shopping centres. And yet, here they are - as captured on film - dancing to a version of Misirlou by the Black-Eyed Peas. Disgraceful behaviour.
In Maputo I am known for my love of tinned tuna.