The Last Furlong

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Hey Women and men!

The Furlongs grew up and lived in a dangerous place – Africa. We were aware. We took precautions. Life balanced on the edge of our own awareness to stay safe from wild life and violence. Even so, some of us had horrible experiences that people here in the UK have never faced.

Since then, the whole world now has become a dangerous place – and gets more dangerous as we move into the future.

No one else can really protect us. We need to protect ourselves.

I want my grandchildren to know about online grooming so they do not get pulled in to such a situation. I want them to avoid online porn, or at least know that porn is not sex. I want them to know how to stay safe when they go out. I want them to grow up wise, knowing the way to be safe starts with them.

I believe the days when women and men could swan through life expecting always to be safe, is a myth, a fairy-tale. It never happened in the past – and never will!

Take care of YOURSELVES.


I was never Mother Mary, Mr Furlong was never Joseph

Our Nativity careers at school were pretty crummy.

Only the appealing children got the best parts!

Mr Furlong vaguely remembers possibly being a shepherd once, but never Joseph, or even a King offering myrrh and frankincense to baby Jesus lying in the manger.

I was a scrawny, gangly creature with knobbly knees, pale white blond. Everyone knows Mary had long dark hair and was pretty. And her knees were perfect. I was never Mary.

One would have thought with my white blond looks I could at least have been the Angel Gabriel?

Mr Furlong was lucky to be a shepherd (once) (he thinks). My role was mostly well covered – something to do with the back end of the donkey, or a large chicken with knobbly knees.

I am only remembering this because we are watching the ridiculous movie called ‘Nativity’ on BBC 2. It proves that the Nativity was, contrary to tradition, a heck of a lot of fun.

Mr Furlong and I didn’t know that. It wasn’t fun like that in our day. I think the real Mary and Joseph missed out too. For us, annually, it was a time of disappointment, mortification and humiliation.

I’m glad things seem to be changed.

The best role in the Nativity is to be Baby Jesus. He’s never hurt, disappointed, stage frightened, nor otherwise emotionally blighted for life.

He’s just a plastic doll.

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I’m not really dreaming of Christmas 2020

I see the UK Government got challenged as to why they are trying to make Christmas “nice” when Diwali, Hanukkah, Eid were “nasty” because of Covid restrictions.

Well, I would suggest that it’s because White British is the largest group in the UK, with 45.1 million people (80.5 per cent) in it. 59.3% of the population (33.2 million people) identify as Christian. For all those people, the MAJORITY, Christmas is THEIR celebration.

That’s why there are complaints about the Christmas ads from all the big stores. None of them with actual people in them, are white people!

Talk about cultural expropriation! Everyone is having a good old Christmas, except the natives!

It’s called bending over blackwards! Its so obvious it’s embarrassing – for everyone.

It might be a laugh for some.

But it isn’t really funny.

Is it?



Some years ago, on a different blog to this, I wrote a lot about abusive marriage. I did that because I watched someone gradually fade into psychosis from the effects of gas lighting by their partner. Unless you know that you are being manipulated, you have no chance. Knowledge is strength.

While I have been absent as a blogger, or halfhearted as one, I have been studying. Mr Furlong and I have been studying. We have been studying narcissism.

Turns out, we live in an age of narcissism.

Our culture is producing such people by the thousands!


We do it by teaching our children and young folk that they are special, unique, wonderful creatures who can be anything they want to be, do anything they desire.

Narcissists make very difficult relationships that abuse other people. Somewhere, in all our lives, we have been the victim of one.

10 Signs That You’re in a Relationship with a Narcissist

Be on the lookout for these, before you get manipulated.

“That’s enough of me talking about myself; let’s hear you talk about me”

― Anonymous

“It’s not easy being superior to everyone I know.”

― Anonymous

Psychologist Stephen Johnson writes that the narcissist is someone who has “buried his true self-expression in response to early injuries and replaced it with a highly developed, compensatory false self.” This alternate persona to the real self often comes across as grandiose, “above others,” self-absorbed, and highly conceited. In our highly individualistic and externally driven society, mild to severe forms of narcissism are not only pervasive but often encouraged.

Read here

And explore Sam Vaknin, a real live Narcissist, whose material is fascinating.


Mystery Road series

Mr Furlong and I have been bingeing.

We have watched the two series of Mystery Road.

It’s real. It’s dusty. It’s grubby. It’s slow. Its people are imperfect. There is no Hollywood in it, no violoporn, no porn, no glamour, no artifice.

It concerns murder, but not in the Agatha Christie way. The viewer has to work to track down the murderer.

It concerns relationships, but not in the Hollywood psychological way. The viewer has to work to see the difference between the thinking of the Aborigines and the Europeans in it, the difference between men and woman, old and young, rich and poor, honest and dishonest, right and wrong.

In the script are pearls of thinking. Yet there is no attempt to ‘educate’ you on how to think. The photography is stunning. The pace is slow. It touches on all the issues of our times, but subtly.

There is no glamour, no eyecandy, the plot in its convolutions, not served up on a plate. Nothing goes quite perfectly, not even the endings.

Yet it’s wholely satisfactory.

It’s worth the time spent warching it.



Dear Cyclists

I don’t know where you all suddenly came from – out of the woodwork I suspect, or as a result of our Prime Minister foolishly suggesting everyone should now cycle.


you are a pain in the arse!

How unfortunately arrogant you are, thinking walkers and dogs are ruining YOUR ride. Why do you think WE are your problem.

Your manners are disgusting. You have no consideration for other people on the road, or path. You are ignorant of the fact that your approach behind people is mainly silent. Do you know how startling it is to have a bicycle shoot past unexpectedly, as we stroll along? Or how anxious it makes people to have to check behind them constantly in case a creeper is coming up behind them?

You insist on riding on the pavement, when my money paid for your own cycle path to be built by our cockamamie council that caused months of traffic obstruction, frustration and general disapproval, for, despite warning the council that you wouldn’t use the new cycle track, they built it anyway. And you never do use it, just like we warned, but you hurtle down the pavements instead!

You are a complete menace!

What is actually wrong with you? What godlike aura enshrouds you the minute you pull up your lycras that expose the little lumps and crevices where your manhood/ladyhood might possibly be? Does such constriction block blood flow to your brains?

What narcissistic thrill do you get on two wheels?

Please scuttle back to the woodwork. You are ruining my walk.

Just go away please, us dog walkers are perfectly entitled to run our dogs free, to walk safely, along the canal path. We are on Common Land! Manner-less cyclists are NOT welcome with us there.

And can you not learn to ring your bloody bells?

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Its not just the bally bluetooth

I am not at all surprised that Covid19 trace and tracking via mobile phones has been a flop in most countries that have it.

I could have told you so.

The rule for smart phones and computers is to turn the bluetooth OFF. Who wants snoopers digging around in your devices? Most people have been taught to keep the bally bluetooth OFF. We do, unless I’m transferring files. So the idea that now, we all have bluetooth turned ON, seems to most of us, to be a bad idea. Its a bad idea.

I could have told you so.

Now, we must turn on bluetooth so that it can snoop on other peoples’ phones and tattletale from ours. As a result, you might be quarantined for two weeks and muck up the lives of every other person your phone has “informed’ on. Does that sound nice? No, it sounds horrible. Do most people feel safe doing track and trace? No, they feel threatened. Thats why they are not co operating. They do not like it.

I could have told you so.

Am I going to do track and trace?

No, I’m not.

World governments should have asked me first before someone in them thought track and trace using mobile phones was a good idea and saved them the disappointment that it flopped. I could have told them.

Its not just the bally bluetooth, its the whole bally idea!


Bravecto for dogs

Many years ago, in Africa, a fabulous “new” product arrived at our vet. It was a little vial of some kind of flea and tick repellent that you punctured and applied at the back of the neck, skin deep, on the dog. It protected them for three months, more or less. It was called Spot On, or Guard or something similar.

At the time, we had five children all rough and tumbling with our dogs and I disliked the idea of them hugging the dogs around the neck and poisoning themselves. I knew it was horrible stuff because, every time we applied it to our dogs, large and small, they became obviously off colour for several days.

In Africa, ticks are a serious danger to dogs and humans. So our dogs suffered every three months to save their lives and our lives.

Now we come to the Bravecto problem. Science has evolved. Now, with one pill, we can poison the whole dog and make it a walking insecticide filled animal for three months. Our dog Bass, had one Bravecto treatment in the spring of 2019 and a second at the end of summer. He was very unwell. Very. Now he is due another, the vet says.

The vet has nothing else to offer except the Spot On kind of poison. And his Bravecto is fabulously pricy!

I’m not bloody doing it.

I am going to use nematodes in my garden, Borax on our carpets and furniture and vinegar spotted onto ticks if I see one. And an old fashioned flea comb if I suspect Bass has picked up a flea. I have never seen either on him.

But Bravecto? Bravecto poisons the whole dog in anticipation. No! Not on my watch.

My way prepares the whole garden and house in anticipation for something I have not seen, but believe exists.

There has to be a humane way of dealing with fleas and ticks without abusing the dog, making it sick for our benefit? Ideas are welcome here. Your experiences with Bravecto are welcome too, in the comments.They are hair raising on the Internet! Bravecto is a horrible thing.

What do you think?

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Much ado about something making money for someone

This is the Day of the Dead, All Hallows, and Samhain commercialised. Doesn’t belong in the UK. Makes me steam!

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Happy Halloween anyway…….

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Fairy stories for humans

We live in an age of fairy stories. Mostly, they are versions of “Chicken Likken”


characters called Chicken Little, Henny Penny, Hen-Len, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, Ducky Daddles, Drakey Lakey, Goosey Loosey, Goosey Poosey, Gander Lander, Turkey Lurkey


all run about squawking and spreading fear.

It’s all the same stuff. “The sky will fall after Brexit” “The sky will fall if we don’t get Brexit” “The sky will fall according to Extinction Rebellion” “The sky will fall if you breathe one molecule of second hand smoke” “Trump is making the sky fall” “The sky will fall if you eat bacon or fat or sugar” “Boris Johnson is making the sky fall” “The sky will fall…..” “The sky will fall…..”

Many of the real fairy tales have different endings, so people can choose which one they want. I like the one where the silly hysterical creatures are ALL eaten by the Fox!