The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.


Oh yeah? Brexit?

I have come to believe that Brexit will never happen. Not the Brexit that we voted for.

I don’t think the Government meant to take us through Brexit at all. From the beginning, they have squabbled, lied, guessed, sucked problems out of their a thumbs, pretended to be experts, begged, cajoled, squirmed, pleaded, fear mongered, prevaricated, threatened, libelled, name called, and behaved like addlepated idiots.

The Brexit business is a disgrace to the European Union, the UK Politicians and proof to the world that our parliament is made up of quarrelling loonies and pompous weirdos who haven’t the foggiest clue about much.

I’m not holding my breath. Brexit has been made to fail with malice aforethought.


The results are in

We had the new-dog-Bass’s DNA tested.

The reason people do that is because you can know more about temperament, habits, exercise requirements and possible health problems if you know what DNA made your dog. New-dog-Bass was called a ‘Jack Russell cross’ but, having owned Jack Russell’s  in Africa, he didn’t  seem like one.

He’s a funny bloke. He does look like a Jack Russell – a long Jack Russell, with short legs and neat feet, but not really. He’s not interested in the garden, hates rain, burrows under blankets and makes ‘nests’, eats little and is driven to sit on laps. He LOVES all dogs and people regardless; overfriendly one could say. He barks at anyone entering our house. But not if we are outdoors. He trains easily if he feels like it. Sometimes he doesn’t  feel like it. Toughies for us.

Well, we got the DNA results. He’s  a Russell Terrier (one third about) which might explain his length. He’s Chihuahua (one quarter) which might explain everything else.  He has Smooth Haired Fox Terrier and Shi Tzu in him which might explain stuff we havent yet discovered. And his ancestral group are terriers used for herding.

Here’s  his family tree…


Tight pants and panic

I am in pain. Two days ago, we recieved a visitor. We knew he was coming so we got into our routine of tying up the new-dog-Bass so that we can restrain him from the delirious joy of welcoming our guests with over devotion. The-now-dead-dog-Bobby gave us no such problems. I think he only once went ape shit barking (as they say). That was when we were watching TV one night and had forgotten to turn off our stove. A pan was on fire in our kitchen. He was a good boy!

Back to my story. In honour of our visitor’s arrival, I smartened up,  putting on black linen trousers; size – too small. Mr Furlong had to help me do up the button at the waist. 

At last, when the doorbell rang,  we secured new-dog-Bass with his lead on the collar on his training mat in our hall. Or rather, Mr Furlong unknown to us, attached the lead to the ring that holds new-dog-Bass’s bronze name tag to the collar.  Mr Furlong walked down the passage to open the door and new-dog-Bass simply ripped through his constraint, and followed him.

The barking was dreadful. The doorbell was loud. The guest was waiting.

Mr Furlong ran back to me waiting at the training mat delivering new-dog-Bass to me to “do something with”. So, in a panic, I grabbed the dog, the lead and the collar and bent over in my too tight black linen trousers.

There was a loud crack from my rib cage.  

And that was it.

I said not a word whilst we entertained our visitor. But I couldn’t wait for him to go so I could change into my elasticated jersey pull up pants.

I know what I’ve done, I’ve cracked a rib, that’s what. I’m not going to the doctor because he’ll tell me the  same thing. I know. Because I did it before, many years ago.


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Wake up Ofcom

I posted a video about O2 and hearing impaired people from a very cross person on YouTube called “G”. Here

And Here

This is a new video –


Death by cycle

I walked the dog along the canal path this morning. It was hell. I remembered why I don’t go there.  Bobby-the-now-dead-dog used to fight with all the other dogs we met, and several times we nearly were run over by cyclists.

Today, New Dog behaved impeccably with the dogs we met, but several times we were nearly run over by cyclists. 

From behind

Why don’t they ring their bloody bells?


WordPress – the new editor

I am trying the new WordPress editor they have constructed to boggle our brains. It’s called ‘Blocks’.

        FFS, could they not have left it as it was? 

Oh no!


Mind you – there is a lot to like about it when you get used to it….we could be friends!

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It’s a boy!




Am I  relieved and pleased.


The baby Furlong

The baby Furlong is doing something. Not sure what.

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