Distressing news came my way as I sit in the UK. I have been invited to another party at the PlayBoy Mansion but I am not still in LA! Is it worth a flight and taking holiday?

“No, you didnt get to the grotto area, thats what it is all about, ” said an envious friend over dinner. Fair enough I will rock back to Gibraltar next week then!

I met up with the guys from Foxy Bingo yesterday. After my trip to Disneyland I wrote that I now knew what direction I wanted my career to move in. I want to be Foxy. Therefore I had to ask:

“You know I want to be Foxy, how about I dress as him and go to the Playboy Mansion, I’m sure I wont scare anyone.” Perhaps that’s my ticket back to Hefner’s bunny palace I thought?

“Would you let a fox amongst all those rabbits,” was the response.

Operation Foxy is clearly not going well. I became even more excited when I heard that you could talk to Foxy himself on Twitter. One of the original founders of the Foxy business said I could never be Foxy – I was more suitable as a leading candidate to become Foxy’s evil older brother (Fantastic Mr Fox?).

I showed a picture last time of how the Foxy brand may go on the downswing based on my zippee doo da day at Disneyland.

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However this article from The Daily Telegraph says it all: Three hens and a cockerel fought off and killed a fox which broke into their coup scavenging for food.

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  1. Thanks for the link to my Tweet page big lad.

    I would love to get to the US not sure customs would be too happy about my presence unless I get my pal George Clooney to come with us – (he was the voice of Fantastic Mr Fox and he taught me how to whistle which may be handy for Hugh’s gaff).

    See you soon.