Category: Bink
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Breakfast bafflement
Huh? I can smell breakfast. It’s here somewhere… Lo? can you see our breakfast? Delores has her breakfast. Where’s mine?! Excuse me, waitress… Hello? Excuse me! Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast! What kind of service do we call that?! Michel Roux will be horrified when I tell him about this one. The days of ‘you just can’t…
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Let the right one in
How’d you get in there? Bink! Bink? Do you have food in there? Can I come in? I am hungry. Oh well. I was only pretending to be interested anyway.
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2011 Diet, Day Three
Day Three of the 2011 Diet Revolution and things are tough. I try not to show an interest in breakfast and steel myself each morning to stick to my 2011 Diet, but so far, so Big Breakfast every day. The VAT increase and the ridiculous petrol prices mean we have to cut down on our…
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New Year’s revolutions
The Bunnington Post: 2011 is the Year of the Rabbit. How will your influence be felt this year? Haas: Ah predict da Prime Minista is goin’ ter grow long ears ter increase ‘is poli’ical cre’ibili’y. 1 up an ‘ 1 down ear. Dat’s ‘ow Ahm goin’ ter revolutionise poli’ics in 2011. Katrijn: And a beard.…
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The 2010 Annual
The the affairs, the rehab, the football, the fashion, the politicians crying down the phone, the breakfast tantrums and the paparazzi: in the closing days of December we shall revisit our favourite and not-so-favourite moments of 2010 once more. Was it a good year? Methinks so. Although we still have two days to go so…
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Bink takes a delivery for Flint
Now then, I know that the postal service is suffering because of this snow that everyone is talking about, but does that mean they should deliver Flint’s annual Cloaking Anti Matter supply to our garden instead? Anyway, let’s see what he likes so much about it. Hmm. Very different consistency from my own preferred Anti…
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Outrageous!
It’s an outrage Bink. Look at us! We barely fit in this thing. What if the paps snap us in this? They are going to think I am fat and we don’t fit in here anymore. So unfair to those of us who are merely big boned or big maned! Oh, wait. I remember now,…
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Help please!
Delores. We are not being looked after properly! Look at us, left to perish with only an empty food bowl for company. The world needs to learn the truth about our ordeal, our fans have a right to know, they will stage a rescue operation for certain. Honey, move to your right a bit for…
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He’s fibbing!
You do know he’s fibbing, right? Tell me about Bink. Shivering in his bed on Tuesday morning, not eating, bah, humbug! He was cuddled up to me and my substantial fur until he heard the back door open for the breakfast service. Spent all night complaining about being too old to be outside in winter,…
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I’ll have what she’s having
Breakfast? Hm. Not in the mood. But thanks anyway. Broccoli… Maybe later. Spring greens eh? I’ll have a munch for a minute so as to be nice about it. Look, I did you a little poo as well. See? Can I have some of that medicine Delores had? I have a funny tummy…
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