Grimly Curmudgeon wrote:
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "The Medway Handyman"
saying something like:

Ian wrote:

We're stumped. Any ideas on what to do next?

Run! Run away while you still can!

I recall reading "Slime", about a genetic freak growth that developed
in the New York sewers. Charming stuff that tended to grab people on
the bog.
Luckily, it was fiction.

Sure about that? If I were the OP I'd be running...


--
Dave - The Medway Handyman
www.medwayhandyman.co.uk