The Bunnington Post

The Bunnington Post: Through the Lagomorph Lens

  • Please form an orderly queue

    My dear and loyal followers. When I finally publish my celebun memoir (which will be as soon as Putin has got a grip on his emotional meltdown – can’t say any more: gagging order) I need you all to remain calm and composed. I will be touring the country’s independent bookshops to promote my new…

  • 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…

  • Excusez-moi

    Hey babe, what brings you to my garden, hm? First of all, I refer to my colleague, Haas. Second, you will address my waitress as ‘Madame’.

  • Dubya’s library

    Dubya ‘as opened ‘is priva’e library. All ‘e needs now is sum readin’ specs Ah finks

  • Holiday, celebun style

    Tia. Flops. Hm? MitziBitzi…? I think I see one. See what? A pap. Behind the fence. Telelens. Just stepped on one of Haas’s perimeter defenses. Snarf! Even the Bunnington Post News Room can be infiltrated it seems…

  • Sorry

    Waitress: What do you say? Bouffe: I am very sorry. Waitress: about…? Bouffe: I am very sorry about the broken tea light. Waitress: and the tea light is broken because…? Bouffe: The tea light is broken because it fell on the floor Waitress: How did the tea light fall on the floor? Bouffe: because I…

  • Marty throws a (podiatry) party

    Bouffe my man, yo yo yo! Roll on by my crib homes, I got da cure man, I got da cure! [?] Marty? Marty my friend? How pleasurable to see you! Pleasant, I meant. Are you well? The slang… It’s not, how do I say, how I know you… Oooh Bouffe, do you think it’s…

  • 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.…

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