Happy post-Christmas, everyone.

Being a devout Bambooist I don't celebrate Christmas myself, but it amuses me to watch the humans spending all their money and making themselves sick on unsuitable comestibles. Go right ahead, I say, gorge yourselves to death and reduce the surplus population!

As often happens at this time of year, there has been a new arrival at Panda Towers and, I regret to say, he is not a Monochromist. Here he is:

He looks rather querulous, does he not? Fortunately this is not the case in real life and that mouth, that looks like it belongs to a long-term complainer, is actually yawning. He sleeps a lot, and so we have yet to engage in a conversation that lasts more than a sentence and a half.

I am sure we will get on increasingly famously as the days lengthen into Spring and there is more time to discuss matters of import to us both, and thereby discover common ground.

Optimistically,

PS Panda

Warning! Imposter!!

It has come to my attention that there is someone calling himself @PSPanda who is posting, or tweeting or twittering or blathering or whatever it's called on twitter.com.

I have looked at his tweets and frankly they are not the kind of thing with which I would choose to be associated. Quite foul, in fact. I would urge you to unfriend or defollow or otherwise ignore this fraud.

Oh. Happy New Year.

Over and out,

PS Panda

I suppose you think that's funny

Chillyly,

PS Panda

Happy Chrimbo

Festively,

PS Panda

We Had A Party

And the cake was yummy.

Chocolately,

PS Panda

It's That Time Of Year Again

Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday dear PS Panda,
Happy Birthday to me.

It needed to be said.

Anniversarily,

PS Panda

Words Fail Me

Let pandas die out, says British naturalist.

And let the effing monkeys follow!

Spluttering,

PS Panda

The Nobility of Truffles Panda

You'd never catch me putting up with this kind of thing:



Truffles Panda's soul is so big it has room for everyone, even Charlie Cat.

Both humbled and inspired,

PS Panda

Proud to present

Truffles Kitten!

Here he is in company with his mentor, my dear friend Truffles Panda. Is he not a fine addition to the Monochrome Posse?

Beamingly,

PS Panda

Greetings, 2009!

My, my, I have been lax and dilatory! Lax; in that I've not updated this blog since my birthday party and dilatory in announcing the New Year.

So, Happy New Year to all monochromists and also to our less fortunately endowed comrades! It looks like a tough year is coming for us pandas as the humans are talking of switching bamboo suppliers from Waitrose to Lidl. Now, I know you can get perfectly good provisions at bargain outlets, but even so! Don't they know how delicate a panda's digestive system is?

Never mind. On their heads be it - literally if it can be arranged. It doesn't seem so very long ago that we got regular consignments from Fortnums...

In happier news, a new companion has arrived, one year after my dear friend Truffles Panda first joined us. His label says his name is Bartlesham Polar Bear, but I will always think of him as John Blashford Snell Polar Bear. Here he is:


Don't you just love his scarf?

That's it for now. I've got to go and comfort Truffles Panda who is heartbroken at the thought of losing his beloved Tenth Doctor. Pointing out that there's still a year to go before he leaves the TARDIS for ever is giving him nothing in the way of consolation.

Supportively,

PS Panda

Happy Birthday To Me

Some say the cake is a lie. I know better:



You can't see them in this photo, but all the Greater Pandas were there - Truffles, Herman, Montague, Valentine and, of course, me.

The cake was yummy.

Chocolatey-y,

PS Panda (Age 5)

Summer's Almost Gone

As Jim Morrison once sung. Here to prove it is my great friend Valentine Panda, modelling one of this winter's most compelling styles:



As you can see, it's very warm and snug although perhaps a little constricting in the forepaw area. Never mind, Val! Fashion before function, eh?

Admiringly,

PS Panda

At Home with Hugo

Or, rather at Hugo's ex-home. He's not here any more and nobody seems to know exactly where he's gone. I do hope it's somewhere nice. This is where he used to live:

I do hope he's more comfortable now.

Sheltered,

PS Panda

Godspeed Hugo Panda

I'd like to take the opportunity to sing the praises of my friend Hugo Panda, who has left us to go to a Better Place. Here's a photo of him with some of his little friends:


I'm sorry to say that he spent the last year or two in a cupboard, which the monkeys euphemistically referred to as Hugo's Room. But now he has gone to a shop in Lincolnshire where we hope that he will meet some nice kind little pandas and be able to be kind to them in his turn.

Ave atque vale, Hugo!

Inspired,

PS Panda

Next time....

I'm using the laser screwdriver!

Challenged,

PS Panda

It's Party Time!

Truffles and I hit the booze...


Merrily,

PS Panda

Oh Johnny!

Truffles is ecstatic about this, but also rather jealous:

Torchwood star's in time to save friends.

Admiringly,

PS Panda

Very Sad News

Truffles Panda is hurt! I thought something was wrong with him last night, but I put it down to excitement over Simon Russell Beale's show and the devastating Torchwood finale.

But this morning it all became clear. Truffles has an open seam! In his right foreleg!! And it hurts him!!!

He goes under the needle tomorrow. Please, if you can, spare a thought for him and his pain.

Distressed,

PS Panda

RustyMania!

Truffles and his blankie have bagged the prime position on the sofa. He says he does not intend to miss the season finale of Torchwood tonight, not the kickoff of Doctor Who tomorrow. He'll be trawling Youtube for old episodes of Queer as Folk next...



Bemused,

PS Panda

This Is Ridiculous!

China uses panda porn and sexercise to increase population of national icon

I have no trouble at all with the laydeez, thank you very much.

Outraged,

PS Panda