The Bunnington Post

Category: Katrijn

  • Goodbye, dear Tia

    Bunnington Post guest reporter Tia, who has tragically died while negotiating the release of canine hostages from a siege situation in an undisclosed location in Bicester, was a fearless campaigner for lagomorph rights. Born into a dynasty of jail breakers, Tia used her natural camouflage to smuggle the oppressed and persecuted out of dangerous situations.…

  • Putin’s nightmare mayor

    Haas. Snarf, mah pe’al? That’s your Skype ringing. Hm? Oh bollocks. It’s ‘im. Da Impaler Better answer that. His heavies will have told him you’re just lounging. No excuse for not answering Vlad. ORRITE … Sochi. Yeah. Ah’ve ‘eard of it. Ter do wif sports, innit? Erlimpic sumfink or ova. …! Wot? Rainbows? …!? Gay…

  • Ear it here

    So, now the rest of the world knows: we had Mandela’s ear. Outed by some stressed sculptors! So much for our famous discretion… Mandela statue: Row over rabbit in Nelson’s ear

  • A slightly hungover start to 2014

    A very nappy happy New Year to all our loyal followers! May 2014 bring you inspiration, joy, happiness and health in generous doses. The Bunnington Post is in recovery after a week of celebrations and is slowly returning to normal. Morning after scene at the Bunnington Post newsroom: Meanwhile, in the country mansion, a hangover…

  • David’s mane

    Pleew dee dee dee… pleew dee dee dee… pleeew dee dee dee deeeeeeewwww… … Katrijn mah pe’al. Pleew dee dee dee… Haas. pleew dee dee dee… When are yer goin’ ter change pleeew dee dee dee deeeeeeewwww… dat unbelieverbly irri’a’in’ ringtone, yeah? snarf! pleew dee dee dee… Haas. pleew dee dee dee… Haas, dear pleew…

  • Icepods are for girls

    Eh bien, if fait chaud, a bit hot today. Fortunately I am in the soothing company of a jar of frozen tikka masala sauce. I prefer sauce hollandaise myself, but you all know what my waitress is like. Waitress! Send my friends an icepod with my compliments. It’s too hot to bother today, Haas… Let…

  • Waiter gone AWOL

    Katrijn mah fluff goddess, wo’ of da’ wai’er of ahrs? ‘aven” seen ‘im in a week. Feelin’ sli’ely ignored ‘n suchlike, as i’ were. But dear Haas, where have you been? Waiter was detained by the FBI on suspicion of exceeding the maximum limit on intellect allowed by US Immigration. Had to undergo an intelligence…

  • Whence the silence?

    Yes. Sometimes being a celebun has its downsides. There is no such thing as quietly applying oneself to self-improvement through penning one’s autobiography without the blogosphere noticing and Twitterati speculating. But for those in the know, a self-imposed social media ban to focus on The Arts is a rule every artiste must obey. Absence makes…

  • Paas Haas*

    Snarf Haas! You know it’s Easter when the daffodils are a-twitching with paps trying to get snaps of our first spring frolicks in the grass. And always when I’m moulting, my trousers are at their tattiest and my mane is in knots! Hope they will Photoshop that poo in the corner of my mouth… Oops.…

  • Don’t look now…

    Pssst, Haas, don’t look now… Is that her? Is she coming? Don’t make eye contact. I’m not speaking to her. Look away! Yes, so I have this knot in my mane, right between my ears, and it’s all her fault, see, she should have brushed it when I had some hay stuck in it and…