16 October 1998 - GORILLA WATCHER
I've stopped being a pixie hunter now, because it was stupid. Instead I have a new job studying a family of apes up the Congo.
In order to integrate into the group better, I have bought a load of chocolate banana chews from the newsagents. I also have some sweet shrimps, in case the gorillas don't like the bananas. If that also fails, I resort to my back-up plan, which comes in the form of a big gun.
17 October 1998 - GORILLA WATCHER
I think the family of gorillas I've been studying are finally coming to accept my presence in their jungle.
Last night was the first night so far that I haven't had my tent smashed to bits by crazed apes, and my equipment destroyed. Coincidentally, last night was the first night of the expedition that I have not stayed up late drinking vodka and listening to music on my boombox. Perhaps the gorillas don't like Billie or B*Witched.