Christopher. I’m talking to you as both your friend and your alien overlord.
It has recently come to my attention, well, to the attention of all of us that you seem to be showing signs of unwanted behaviour. There have been times over the last few months where doubt has been creeping into our collective consciousness as to whether you are able to cope. Cope with what, you ask? I’d like you to take a deep breath and read your comments under Kevin’s eleventh (what a hard-working trooper he is) podcast, Celebration Days.
I need you to understand our reasons. If you’re allowed to carry on like this then it can only lead to worse things. Your love of roads will turn to a love of voles. You’ll spend your weekends scurrying along riverbanks with blades of grass between your teeth. You’ll open a bowling alley called ‘Hollywood Vole’ where all the balls have vole faces on them, all the items on the evening menu have titles with voles in and when you press the soap dispenser in the gents it makes the sound of a vole chewing on a dandelion.
You have to remember that what we do is out of love and kindness, even now as we’ve strapped you to a chair and put a roll of newspaper in your mouth, soaked in petrol. We know that you’ve been under a lot of pressure recently, which is fine, and we don’t expect you to change immediately overnight. This is a process which will require you to change significantly. Your view of the world will need to be distorted, then broken, then fixed back together with PVA glue before you can set foot outside again.
All this talk of voles just isn’t healthy. It was okay once or twice but you repeatedly brought it up. After the first few days it was all you could say and then Zoe took a photo of you in Hampstead Heath. It was the most shocking thing any of us had ever seen, and I’ve seen the film ‘Grease 2’.
When I’m done talking, Steve Steveingtons is going to loosen the shackles around your ankles so that you can move a little more freely. We’re going to watch a short film about the horrors of voles and then, after a light lunch with a little Q & A, we’re going to let you loose into the kitchen so you can make everyone a nice hot beverage.
21 comments on “You a voley mother f… intervention”
Did I tell you I recently changed my Beans password for the very first time ever, and the new one has the word “vole” in it?
That sounds like a joke but it’s absolutely true.
That’s very nice Chris but you still don’t seem to fathom (FATHOM!) just how deep you’re in this obsession.
(Ding! Start the clock.)
Is that deep as in a tunnel or burrow? Because vole burrows are actually quite close to the surface.
The fact that you know this shimmers more cause for concern.
You don’t live with Steve Steveingtons at all, do you? You live in a field somewhere near a farmhouse.
Absolutely not. I live in a modern penthouse apartment above a mattress shop. The fact I’ve secretly fitted tunnels and burrows into the walls and under the floor for a whole colony of voles to live in is mere conjecture. You can’t prove a thing.
We’ve all seen photos of this so-called penthouse apartment but where’s the real proof?
Ha! That’s easy. I have a certificate.
Wing it up like a bee hive mother chuffer (what?)
Can I see it, please?
That’s a mighty fine certificate.
Why haven’t you had it framed? You need that up on the wall, out of way of Steve’s various sofas coming in and out the penthouse.
Oh yes, it’s the real deal. Signed by Bernard Cribbins himself. I see you applied your keen legal eye to it.
Why did you only have one legal eye installed instead of two?
I needed some space for future eyes. By only having one legal eye it allows room for others.
There are a lot of eyes on my feace.
Is it nearly time for another face update? I do hope so. Your face changes so often it’s like the news.
Funny you should say that. It is time for me to FACE up and deliver a new FACE update. I have FACED up to a few problems recently and they’re all BEHIND me now.
I think we all need to FACE up to this issue and deal with all the issues it FEATURES. EYE am hoping that someone who NOSE all about it can post an update EAR on the beans very soon.
I think you broke the dad joke bell, it’s not ringing anymore.
“YOU’RE NOT RINGING, YOU’RE NOT RINGING, YOU’RE NOT RINGING ANYMORE!”
Is that because all my jokes were BELL-ters?
“One is the loneliest number. It’s a lonely number. What a number.
Two, two is the second loneliest number, it’s the loneliest number since the number one.
Three isn’t very lonely at all so let’s go back to two, which is almost as lonely as one…”
I love that song.
I preferred the eerie silence.
I prefer me.
I prefer the eerie silence to you, but having said that, I prefer you to a child shouting in my ear.