A performance which saw me slither across Manchester during rush hour in a slug suit I made out of an old sleeping bag complete with bicarbonate of soda slug trails. It was my most physically gruelling performance and possibly least intellectual. It’s the one that everyone loves though. I like to think of all the commuters I passed and the difference and indifference it may have made to their lives.


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