goodbye kitty!

when we went to brighton the other week, i was about to go for a quick spin in – or, rather on – a rather jolly pink-and-red car until i realised that the driver simply wasn't looking where she was going...

Typical cat!

jaws 2

more dangerous goings-on in disneyland...

if you thought i was brave in confronting monstro the whale, well, that was nothing compared with this bit of derring-do...

radio rabbit

is there nothing i can't turn my paw to?

here i am at the bbc the other week helping out with brian's new series of radio plays, 'the history of titus groan', which starts going out on radio 4 this afternoon...

rabbit in wonderland

today, as brian points out on his blog, is the anniversary of lewis carroll having told the story of 'alice in wonderland', so i thought i'd mark the day by posting a photo of my own encounter with one of the most elusive of the wonderland-folk – the cheshire cat.

smile please... say cheese!

home from home

still on the look-out for somewhere to live when brian and david have to move, i came across this bijou place: waddesdon manor...

if it was good enough for the rothschilds, it will do for me.

just one problem how to get rid of the national trust...?

what's jaws?

this is me, a few years back, having a whale of a time in disneyland!

mad man

the other day david was asked to perform magic at a birthday party as the mad hatter (yes, i know, no comment!) and i kindly offered to play the white rabbit, a suggestion that got unreasonably turned down on account of my not being white!

david did, however, try to get me to impersonate the dormouse, but whilst i didn't mind sitting in a tea-cup (on the basis that one should have a go at most things, however wacky), i absolutely drew the line at getting into the tea-pot...

the rabbit of oz

many readers of my blog have contacted me (or, should have done if they'd only thought about it) asking me to share some more of my snaps from my 2001 visit to australia.

so here, ten years on, are a few memories of my sydney scrapbook:

on duty on bondi...

and hiding from the vicious seagulls...

looking at the Bridge...

and the sydney operas house...

and here i am at the zoo.
how brave is this?

actually, it's not brave at all – it's a sculpture!

playing 'where's wally' at the rocks puppet cottage...

trapped in a really weird art installation thingy somewhere between bondi and bronte beaches...

and the view i woke up to each morning...

hoppy wedding day!

it's royal wedding day in london and i just wanted to raise a toast to the happy couple before hopping off to the abbey for the big event...

birthday bunny

yesterday was my birthday: annoying that i have to share it with easter, but since i arrived (quite a few years ago now) in a box with a cadbury's buttons easter egg, that's how it is.

anyway, i had a very jolly time with my cousin, buttons hippo, and the always vivacious hippolyta hippo who says she is my inamorata – whatever that means.

they very decently clubbed together and bought be an easter birthday mug which turned out to contain – big surprise, this – another cousin, named buttons bunny.

buttons bunny is quite a cute little chap but he is ridiculously young and so doesn't stop talking and asking questions: it was a long day and it's now getting on for one o'clock in the morning and he is still, if you'll pardon the pun, rabbiting on! i've suggested he kips down in the mug for the night, but he doesn't seem to be taking the hint...

hoppiness

easter greetings
from me and the pink-polka-dot-gingerbread-rabbit!

photo: david weeks © 2011

buttons ahoy!

knowing that we are shortly to be evicted from our home, i am now thinking of running away to sea...

photo: david weeks © 2011

wot no custard?

last weekend we took a jolly jaunt to hastings by the sea and sophie treated me to a trip round the aquarium where i saw some moon jellyfish. one or two looked quite small, so i guess they must have been jelly babies!

photo: brian sibley © 2011

bedtime for buttons

it appears that brian and david are going to have to move out of their flat, so i've been checking out alternative accommodation. this will do very nicely...

photo: brian sibley © 2011

buttons on bondi

in case my last post about my passion for opera gave the impression that i am rather effete, then i'd like to counter that with an image from a few years ago when i was working as a rabbit-lifeguard on bondi beach.

as if happened, i didn't have to save any surfboarding bunnies during that particular day, on account of its being the middle of australia's winter just after a heavy hailstorm! In fact, the beach was deserted apart from a lone jogger and his dog, myself and whatsisname, my photographer.

but, had my services been required, i was fully prepared!

hoppera nights

some of my regular readers may not be aware of me in my role as an arbiter of high culture, but i can tell you that i know what's what when it comes to the arts.

here i am, for example, waiting for the curtain to go up on an opera at la teatro fenice in venice.

in the background you can see the presidential box where i was obviously invited to have a seat but graciously declined so as not to upset brian and david who were having to sit with the plebs...

the big guy and i

here i am taking a stroll in the park with the big guy...

in case you wondered, the big guy is not brian (although i can see why you might have thought that!) but a statue in crystal palace park by david wynne of a(nother) gorilla inspired by one of the london zoo's most famous (but now long gone) inmates – guy...

kung hei fat choi

happy chinese new year!

it's the year of the rabbit!

pet peeve

i'm a bit miffed at the moment: firstly because brian is always so busy i never get a chance to get on the computer and do a bit of blogging; and, to make matters worse, he and david swanned off to oxford last friday and left me behind!

in an attempt to make up for the disappointment of missing out on my annual trip to the groves of academe, they bought me back a 'pet'...

his name's 'cheshire' (which is odd enough and even odder when you think he comes from oxford) and he's turned out to be very dull company since in the middle of a conversation he'll suddenly disappear – occasionally (and this is very disturbing) leaving just that cheesy grin behind.

last splurge

one last bit of venetian yumminess before going home, tomorrow!