bear faced outrage

rabbits are rabbits and bears are bears, but there are some issues that - despite our differences in taste, outlook (and, of course, intellect) that will always unite us against a common enemy.

the monstrous practices described by brian on his blog insides out are so appalling that i immediately had to show my solidarity with bodge, fraser and the others in protesting at these ghastly goings-on and demanding that artist kent rogowski be similarly turned inside-out, restuffed and exhibited as a warning to others...



photo © brian sibley

jack rabbit

brian can scoff at these all he likes, i just scoff them in the hopes that they'll make me grow...

word of mouth

i met this charming young man, yesterday, named archie andrews, who tells me that he is almost the same age as brian - which was difficult for me to believe since he was much better preserved...


i asked archie his secret and, frankly, i'm going to suggest that brian gets his doctor to put him on cuprinol --- and as soon as possible!

i thought i might find his conversation a little wooden, but not at all! we talked about the price of fame and similar things and he told me some amazing stories such as how his head was once removed and shown to the then princesses elizabeth and margaret and their father, the late king... apparently when archie finally got his head back on his shoulders again, he cheekily quipped that he was the first person to be beheaded during his majesty's reign!

nice gag! i've told brian, however, to forget about trying to get me a royal audience since they sound a bit dangerous. i mean an encounter like that could knock the stuffing out of a chap...

i jokingly suggested that we might slope off to the pub round the corner and have a "gottle of geer", and - quick as a flash - archie came back with the quip, "thanks, buttons, but my favourite tipple is linseed oil!"

lovely!

apparently, archie used to work in showbiz with a guy named peter brough who died a few years ago and several people in the audience made various cruel comments about archie having "lost his voice"...

now, i thought this was very strange, because i heard everything he said perfectly.

mind you, i've been told that there are people who can't hear what i say, either.

odd!

a friend from the north

this is me with my new friend, faser, who travelled down to london yesterday from scotland with brian's friend, sharon, and who's come to live with us.



i asked him how he came to be called fraser and he told me that it was written on a label on his bottom which, frankly, i didn't believe till he showed me!

understandably you don't (necessarily) want to be always showing people your bottom as proof of identity, so fraser has also had it tattooed on his left foot which is really pretty cool!

i've introduced fraser to bodge and the others and we are all going to be great friends; he's already offered to lend me his scarf if we happen to get another cold snap.

fraser knows some fantastically bad and very long poems that i'm going to bore brian with and he's started teaching me scottish. i'm dead impressed because, rather amazingly, he's already managed to pick up quite a few words in rabbit!

bradbury b****!

what utter piffle brian sibley writes on his blog! his utterly skewed account of my meeting with ray bradbury is just typical of his ability to get hold of the wrong end of the stick.


i ask you, given the choice between living in los angeles with a legendary writer of international fame (and most recently a winner of the coveted pulitzer award) or a no-hope blogger from south london, who do you think i would have opted to stay with? right!

bird s***!

well, brian may be waxing lyrical about the demise of pigeons in saint mark's square, but i say good riddence to bad rubbish!

brightoning up my day

a jaunt down the pier, a go in the penny arcade (not that pennies are much good these days!) and a bit of a ride on not too stressful attraction and, kiss-me-quick-cockles-an-welks, i'm in bunny heaven!

easter bunny

wishing you an eggsceptional easter from the unofficial chocolate egg tester!

patients are a virtue

hospitals are really weird places full of not altogether agreeable smells and far too much noise in the night...


of course, i had to go along just to keep an eye on him but i'm glad to be home again.

winter warmer

i'm fed up with all this cold! i wouldn't mind so much if it snowed and was done with it - then i could go out and build a snow-rabbit or something, but all we get is a flurry of flakes and then a load of drizzle! it's rubbish, frankly, so i thought i'd post a couple more photos from my visit to greece last year.


this is the erectheum on the acropolis in athens and the bit with the stone women is called the porch of maidens. good job they're made of stone, if you ask me, otherwise holding up all that stuff with their heads would be pretty painful!


and this is me sitting on an obelisk-type thingy - unfortunately it's lost its head, but still has its thingy --- or nearly all of it!!

[Photos: David Weeks]

bunny ha ha

here's my mate bodge and me doing our bit for red nose day - or, in my case, red ears day...


and here's what I call a jolly good joke...

buttons went into a general store in the countryside: "do you have any carrots?" 
he asked and the man behind the counter said: "no, sorry, we don't have any."


so buttons went away, but the next morning he came back and once again asked: "do you have any carrots?" and, again, the shopkeeper told him: "no, sorry, we don't have any." 


buttons kept doing this for a whole week and eventually the shopkeeper began to get really fed up with having a rabbit coming in every morning and asking for carrots, so he said to buttons: "now look here, we don't sell any carrots here and if you ask for carrots just one more time, I'm going to nail you to the wall by your ears!"

buttons stood still for a while and then went away. 


the next morning buttons came into the shop again, and this time he asked: "do you have any nails?" 


the man behind the counter was a bit confused by this, but replied: "no, I just run out of nails, sorry little fella." 


"well then," said buttons with a laugh, "do you have any carrots?"

hehehehehehehehehehe!

[Photo: David Weeks]

big ben small bunny

having watched 'peter pan' the other day, i popped down to big ben (where the charaters stopped off in the film) to see if any fairies happened to come by with the necessary pixiedust to make me fly...


i saw brian but he didn't have any pixiedust...

the bunny who wouldn't grow up

i spent an amusing couple of days tagging along with brian while he was helping launch the new dvd release of walt disney's 'peter pan', which was based on the play by j m barrie and which, as you probably know, is all about about pirates and pixies and other fantastical stuff...

we were in a big house in london which was got up to look as if it was the home of the darling family in the story with lots of pictures and knick-knacks everywhere...

i hung around for quite a while hoping i might get a few hints on how to fly but basically ended-up spending a lot of time listening to brian showing off how much he knew about the play and the film and anything else he could think of! pretty boring, really, and i envied the journalists who - unlike me - only had to listen to him for about ten minutes at a time!


luckily i did get to meet two of my very favourite people: the gorgeous kathryn beaumont who was the original voice of wendy in the movie...


...and her adorable fun-to-be-with hubby, allan levine...


i also had a bizarre encounter with captain hook who said he was going to make me walk the plank - of course i played along with his fantasy just to humour him though i was sorely tempted to point out that the 'plank' in question was only painted on a bit of scenery... anyway he eventually decided to pardon me and offered me the job of bosun which, naturally, i politely declined.


rather regrettably, brian engaged in a bit of embarrassing tomfoolery with the captain and his side-kick, mr smee, and (not for the first time in my life) i was forced to pretend that he wasn't with me...

tea for three

i went on a bit of a jaunt today - not one of my usual, globe-hopping adventures, but something a bit more sedate: brian and david were given a christmas present of a tour of london's theatreland which they just got round to going on... the talky stuff (by a nice young, knowledgeable man called paul) was very informative - though i could have done with a bit more about theatrical rabbits - and it ended up with a rather spiffing tea at the savoy hotel... posh or what?!


as you can see, i tucked in best i could (the other two gobbled most of it!) and then gave the patrons a little entertainment on the very piano which a famous american called gershwin used to play when he went to the savoy...

naturally, I played a selection of my own that included 'run rabbit run', 'funny little bunnies' and 'bright eyes' and finished off with a few bars of jefferson airplane's 'white rabbit'


yes, i know i look as if i'm facing the wrong way, but this was when i turned round to acknowledge the thunderous applause!


[Photographs: David Weeks]

snow rabbit

the snow didn't exactly hang about for long, but I was out in it like a shot and here are some shots to prove it!






[Photographs: David Weeks]

ring kings

some peopel think i'm just a world traveller, but i am also a worlds traveller, as can be seen from this picture of me doing a bit of sight-seeing in the middle-earth capital, minas tirith...


actually, what i just said was a big fat fib: this photo was taken in new zealand and i was on one of the sets for a little movie called the lord of the rings... but you knew that, didn't you?!

[Photographs: Brian Sibley]

!*?@%*!

in paris, i went to an exhibition all about the cartoon character tin tin and there were so many question marks, exclamation marks and asterisks that, by the end, i began to feel as if i was living in a cartoon strip my self...

maybe i should get used to it, as no doubt when i am internationally (as opposed to nationally) famous i will be the subject of many graphic novels, movies, computer games and suchlike things...




[Photograph: David Weeks]

oh, i do like to be beside the seaside

is he in india now, you ask... no, it's that much-loved watering hole that was once known as brighthelmstone or brighton.

whenever i get a bit bored with all my globe-trotting and even as sophisticated a traveller as me gets a bit jaded at time, i take a trip to brighton and enjoy the pavilion and the pier and the many other pleasures of that resort...

what an eye-full!

oo-la-la! here i am in gay paree, the city of lights, with mr eiffel's tower-thingy in the background just to prove i'm actually there!

bunny in the bar

this is me celebrating the new year with a bellini in harry's bar, venice, and looking just a tad unsteady on the paws...