Fictional bears ranked from cool as f**k to Pudsey

NOT all bears are created equal. Some are stone f**king cold dudes, and others are the unloved frontman for Children in Need. Here they are ranked: 

Sooty

Sooty’s packing heat in the form of a water pistol and can do magic, actual magic, like an ursine Gandalf. When he’s not making life hell for humans Sooty passes the time by casually bullying Sweep for his own amusement. Plus you never hear him talk, which is excellently cool.

Winnie-the-Pooh

Christopher Robin’s best friend lives that swag life. Rolls out of bed whenever he wants and spends the day cock out overindulging his substance of choice: honey. Selling out to Disney dinged his street cred a bit, but in AA Milne’s books he’s an ice motherf**ker.

Paddington

Paddington is so uncool he’s gone full circle and become cool again. A hipster Peruvian in a swish London pad who’d pop out the claws and take you down if you messed with him, safe in the knowledge that nobody would ever suspect sweet little old Paddington Bear.

Yogi Bear

Yogi has all the potential to be a cool bear. He dresses sharp like Don Draper and lives a life of picnic basket-stealing felony. But then you realise that, like the Fonz hanging with Ritchie, he only looks cool because he’s with that asshole Boo-Boo. Speaking in rhyme doesn’t help.

Rupert

Rupert Bear gets into it with dragons and shit, but he’s too scupulously middle class to be cool. When not narrowly escaping Bill Badger he’s probably writing lengthy comments on the Guardian website and making his own hummus. And even bears can’t make yellow check trousers look good.

Pudsey

Sure, Pudsey Bear works for a good cause, but it’s impossible to find his gormless, bandaged face cool. With one eye permanently covered up his depth perception will be f**ked, so he’s probably bumping into shit all the time too. Even the dweebish SuperTed pretends he hasn’t seen Pudsey’s texts.

Furious motorist locked in psychological war with other driver who is totally oblivious

A MOTORIST on the M5 believes himself engaged in a battle of minds and cars with another driver who has entirely failed to notice him. 

Joe Turner and his BMW X5 are fixated on a red Skoda Fabia which aggressively overtook him 35 miles earlier, and thinks the two are entangled in wordless vehicular conflict despite the lack of any corroborating evidence.

Mr Turner said: “Outside lane, slip in behind this Merc, overtake and hah! Who’s got the upper hand now, arsehole?

“I clocked him in my rear-view mirror at first. Way too close and pathetically desperate to get past me. That pissed me off, but it wasn’t until I got stuck behind that Prius and he overtook that he properly got into my head.

“You could see by the way he was driving he thought he was all superior and dominant. Lording it over me as he whizzed by in the outside lane. Loving every second of it. We’ve been playing mind games ever since.

“I should have left three junctions ago but we’re past that now. He needs to know who the daddy is.”

Skoda driver Martin Bishop said: “Black BMW? Haven’t registered his existence, sorry. I’m too busy with this cocky arsehole in the white Merc.”