That’s what he called her: “Honey Bunny.”

It kind of surprised me, at first. After all, I’d never before heard “Honey Bunny” outside the context of my own family. The Honey Bunny had been a mangy brown stuffed hare that lived in our house for many many years. Because of the Honey Bunny, I think just about all of my five siblings were called, at one time or another in their childhood, variations on “Honey Bunny”, “Honey Bun”, and maybe even “Honey Buns.”

Rather like my poor sister Caroline being “Carrie Bari Ruchi” for years. It was after the hero of Tikki Tikki Tembo, a book that was one of many to become a staple in our family’s read-aloud tradition.

But what about this greasy arts student who’d just called his woman “Honey Bunny” in the middle of the plaza walkway? Had he a stuffed bunny in his childhood also?

Then I realised it. “Honey Bunny” is what Ringo calls Yolanda as they stick up the breakfast diner in Pulp Fiction.

Amazing the different ways a single expression can thread its way into the vernacular.

Mike

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