Although you can't imagine him with a whingeing voice saying
"Geoffrey, Zippy's being terribly mean to me."

I can picture him, however, as Bungle When Drunk, who lumbers into the Rainbow house after the pubs have kicked out and batters the gobby zip-mouthed fucker round the kitchen for giving him lip about his "little problem," every so often turning round to yell at the pink hippo cowering in the corner,
"Whayyou lookin' at yer fucking poof? Fuckin'...hippo-poof-amush..."

As George whimpers in his Kenneth Williams-with-a-blocked-nose voice,
"Oh, get Geoffrey, Geoffrey will know what to do..."
And Bungle stops using Zippy as a banana-coloured punchbag and leers over at George, who can smell the cheap bourbon fumes on Bungle's breath. The inebriated bear starts to laugh derisively.
"Geoffrey? You want Geoffrey?" And he mimics George's terrified, whining tone,
"Oh, Geoffrey, Geoffrey, Bungle's pissed again and he's being terribly mean to Zippy. DON'T YOU THINK IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME BUNGLE STOOD UP FOR HIMSELF?!"
"Oh, Bungle, Bungle," cries George, screwing his eyes up tight as if that will somehow make the foul smell of bear breath laced with ethanol and pork scratchings disappear,
"You don't have to be like this. Oh, why don't you listen to Geoffrey any more?"
"Geoffrey, Geoffrey, it's always fucking Geoffrey, isn't it?" Bungles snorts back,
"You wanna know where Geoffrey is? Geoffrey's in the alleyway just behind the kebab joint trying to fumble his way into some bird's knickers. I think she's up for it but yeah, like he's gonna rise to the occasion...fuckin' 'ell George, stop fucking crying. Fuckin' ell, I can't deal with this. I'mma go to bed. You can scrape your twatty friend off the floor, I'm done wiv 'im."

The angry, intoxicated bear lumbers into the hallway and passes out on the floor. A trickle of rancid bear saliva runs from his maw. George peeks tentatively round the doorframe to ensure the foul beast won't wake up again any time soon. George knows Bungle's unconscious but all the same he tiptoes over to Zippy's still form and tries to stir him with gentle shakes and whispers. Zippy nervously opens a blackened eye and whispers back,
"Is he...asleep?"
George puts Zippy's arm over his shoulder and takes his weight as they both creep out of the kitchen. They step gingerly round the stinking, snoring, flatulent form of the slumbering bear and tiptoe up the stairs to the temporary sanctuary of bed. They cower in bed and hope that Geoffrey will come home soon. Geoffrey will know what to do. Geoffrey always knows what to do.
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 17 Mar 2010, 13:58, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

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( girlinthehole, Wed 17 Mar 2010, 14:20, Reply)

Whoops, sorry, I forgot we were talking about Jeff Bridges
Just got carried away with my own hellish vision of Rainbow...
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 17 Mar 2010, 14:31, Reply)

fucking hell
bit early for drinking/smoking is it not


thats disturbing, even for a crow
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Wed 17 Mar 2010, 15:22, Reply)

I haven't even had a drink yet...

(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 17 Mar 2010, 15:33, Reply)