The Last Furlong

Comments on the race of life.


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Toy story three

Oh. I’m exhausted with the stress of watching Buzz Lightyear, Woody and friends escape being crushed, run over, burned in a furnace and otherwise survive till the moment of death overcomes them. And then miraculously rescued. Continue reading

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For parents and grandparents.

This is an Australian video – a spoof on the TV stories that used to be read to children on National Television – from the parent perspective. It is NOT for children, it’s about children.  Continue reading


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This world is such a fascinating place

This morning, I picked up a video off Reddit that intrigued me. I wandered down the puppet path, interested to find out who Barnaby Dixon was, who made it.

Well, turns out he’s British and? living at home with his parents, like so many young people today.  Continue reading


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What the hell is THIS – Education?

I know I’m old-fashioned. I was a teacher all my life. A TEACHER, NOT A ‘FACILITATOR’! Continue reading


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Why I like men/cigarettes/pipes/cigars and snooker

My mother told us stories about my father and her going to America for a year in 1946 aboard a war time troop carrier. It was an uncomfortable experience, evidently. And coming back was equally entertaining. Continue reading


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Reality for Charlie

Arturito Estopiñan , the American child with ‘Charlie Gard’s’ mitochondrial disease RRM2B – has a different form of the disease. He developed symptoms at fourteen months – he was already an active, walking child. Charlie Gard stopped developing at two months. Continue reading


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Oh for Gard’s sake

It’s a frightfully tragic thing that, say, in the case of Madeleine McCann, there has been publicity, promotion – and even government intervention and assistance. But, in the UK alone, there are THOUSANDS of missing children.

No one is particularly “interested” in them. The press never mention them. They get no power, money or influence. They are forgotten, unknown, except by their grieving parents and relatives. Continue reading