Paddington Bear makes a return to the printed page in a new book by author Michael Bond.
In it Paddington copes with life in the 21st century in his inimicable way, leaving a trail of chaos and bemusement behind him.
But just think if Paddington was making his debut in the 21st century, rather than the gentler more trusting times of post-war Britain.

Mr. Brown and Ms. Black first met Paddington on a railway platform.
The Brown-blacks were there to meet their daughter who was coming home from a gap year. It was an excruciatingly hot summer day and once again the station air conditioning proved inadequate for the job.
Every time the sliding doors opened to allow the passage of the sweating herds of commuters, more sickeningly scented warm air wafted into the crowded platforms. The station was overflowing with all manner of people, young men with their shirts off, exposing pregnant looking midriffs whilst gesticulating with their beer cans, teenage girls exposing pregnant looking midriffs displaying a range of metal-ware around their belly buttons, harrassed parents screaming obscenities at the obnoxious, obscenity spouting offspring, every now and again a respectable looking person, keeping their head down and walking briskly, making eye contact with no one as they forged their way through the throngs.
Altogether there was so much noise that Mr. Brown had to tell his significant other three or four times before she understood.
"A bear?....On Paddington station? There can't be, it's probably a drug dealer or something."
"But there is. I distinctly saw it, wearing a funny hat. Over there, behind those mailbags."
They pushed their way through the crowds and Mr. Brown pointed towards a dark corner, "There I told you so."
Ms. Black followed the direction of his pointing finger and could dimly make out a small furry object in the shadows. It was indeed wearing a peculiar hat and appeared to be sitting on a suitcase.
"I think we had better call security," said Ms. Black. "It looks foreign and I dread to think what it may have in that bag. "
The bear noticed the couple staring at it and stood up. It's paw reached up towards it's hat.
"Run" screamed Ms. Black, grabbing hold of Mr. Brown and Pulling him away. "It's got something under its hat."
Others on the station were shaken out of their own self interest by the scream. Some automatically followed the instruction, whilst others stood their, bemusedly trying to understand the meaning of the word 'run'.
The bear began to approach the couple but he was too late, they had already turned and fled.
"Oh, dear," said the bear, "I think I must have offended them," and he took a marmalade sandwich out from beneath his hat and returned to his suitcase.

"Don't move or we'll fire" a voice crackled from somewhere near by. The bear slowly lowered the marmalade sandwich and stared, bewildered at the bristling barrels of a crack team of highly trained anti-terrorist police officers whom, he now noted, encircled him.
"He looks foreign to me, sir, we should shoot to kill!" shouted one of the officers.
"He's got a bag, Sir. Could be a suicide bomber." called another.
At this point Mr. Brown felt he really had to do something. The bear was very small and hadn't actually done anything to warrant the attention it was now receiving.
"I say he's only a little bear," he ventured to the offficers cordoning off the area.
"He could have a bomb in that case," the officer argued back.
"Yes and as this is a busy station he could have his clothes in that case," retorted Mr. Brown beginning to feel quite angry.
The little bear sat quite still, the half eaten sandwich in his paw.
Words from his Aunt Lucy floated back to him, "When you get to England, don't tell them you are South American!" she had sagely warned. However she had also counselled that he could say he was from Darkest Peru as GCSE geography no longer coverd the actual location of countries. The bear decided to bide his time, he didn't think the officers lokked very friendly. He doubted he could placate them with the offer of a marmalade sandwich. But the man who had first seen him now appeared to be speaking on his behalf.
"Look, officer, we've been here for twenty minutes now, goodness knows how long he was here before that, the station has been incredibly busy all that time, if he wanted to blow the place up he could have done it by now and taken out a cohort of police to boot. You don't really think he's a terrorist do you? He's eating a marmalade sandwich for heaven's sake!"
After much discussion amongst themselves the police finally stood down, the bear was taken into police custody and Mr. Brown went along as an adult responsible for the bear.
Nineteen hours later, having spent the night in the cells and been questioned at length several times during that period, ensuring both he and Mr. Brown had not managed a ful hour asleep at any one time, the bear was released into Mr. Brown's care.
"You have to come and stay with us but you need to report to the police station once a week whilst your identity is checked and your application to stay in Britain is processed."Mr. Brown explained to Paddington, but that shouldn't be a problem because Judy, our daughter, had an underage affair with the Home Secretary so we have some leverage there. But in the meantime we need to give you a name." He thought long and hard. "I know, we'll call you Paddington, after the police station where you were first detained without charge!"