Not the Bunny Undertaker!!

The Last Waltz has a gig this weekend with a US singer-songwriter called Elisbeth Carlisle.

I can't help feeling sorry for her.

She shares her name with another young woman who drowns rabbits and then puts photos of of herself with damp, dead buns out on the internet. I know this because I Googled her name and got lots of dead bunnies.

I expect that every gig she has to spend half the time assuring the audience that shew is not the Bunny Undertaker.

And let's hope she never runs into Steve! He's so found of our long-eared, furry friends that he'd blow her away on principle.

Now we know how the rest of the Hitler family must have felt about Adolf.

I just hope there isn't a psycho John Farrow out there who's a hamster strangler or gerbil garrotter. In that case I'm fucked! I may as well close down my blog now.