Are you? You must come strictly whilst dancing. It is my pre-birthday drinky-poos this eve and I am cordially inviting you along. Go on. You could do with a fun night out.
You can meet up with me from 3.30 and buy me lots of alchyhol, oh alchyhol. Why so early? Because I’m hardcore baby. All […]
I recently met up with my bear outfit wearing friend Barry Barrington. We met in the notorious gangster watering hole The Blind Beggar. I wanted to establish how he succeeded in hijacking my website and posting a number of inane blogs. He has been a very naughty bear and I wanted to chastise him.
Before we […]
Let me explain.
I was hijacked. Barry Barrington took advantage of me whilst I was trapped under a landslide of work and rubble. He infiltrated my website. I apologise if he upset anybody, he usually does because that is his main skill. He is a drunk and a disgrace and an embarrassment.
I met Barry a couple […]
Hi folks. Baz Barry Baritard Barrington here again, everybody’s favourite brown bear impersonator. Nelson is still trying to catch up. It’s his own fault for taking a couple of days off work. What a silly sausage.
My fishing trip down the Regent’s Canal with the one and only Dr Keith Moon ended in a splash and […]
Hi,
Barry Barrington here, the Alaskan salmon fishing, tree dwelling brown bear. I’m just here to make a guest appearance and let you know that Nelson is very busy. I can see him in the corner, typing manically with sweat pouring out of his head and underarms. Oh dear, he is scowling at me now, he […]
There’s a bear with me. Really, a big brown beast of a thing and it is trying to catch scudding salmon in its mouth whilst standing in a roaring river in Alaska. Seeing the massive sharp grasping claws I remember that the bear’s name is Barry . . . Barry Barrington to be exact. He […]