Monthly Archives: December 2015

Hapy New Year Everyone


2016 already?

A new year and a time that people make their new years resolutions

Let one of those resolutions be to help an ex-racing greyhound


Adopt a Greyhound…you won’t regret it.

Just case you were wondering about the song, It is called, “Happy New Year”  and is sung, (as if you couldn’t tell), by ABBA

“Happy New Year”

No more champagne
And the fireworks are through
Here we are, me and you
Feeling lost and feeling blue
It’s the end of the party
And the morning seems so grey
So unlike yesterday
Now’s the time for us to say…

Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbour is a friend
Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don’t we might as well lay down and die
You and I

Sometimes I see
How the brave new world arrives
And I see how it thrives
In the ashes of our lives
Oh yes, man is a fool
And he thinks he’ll be okay
Dragging on, feet of clay
Never knowing he’s astray
Keeps on going anyway…

Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbour is a friend
Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don’t we might as well lay down and die
You and I

Seems to me now
That the dreams we had before
Are all dead, nothing more
Than confetti on the floor
It’s the end of a decade
In another ten years time
Who can say what we’ll find
What lies waiting down the line
In the end of ninety-nine…

Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbour is a friend
Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don’t we might as well lay down and die
You and I

(Sorry it’s out of date, but it’s meaning is timeless and it is still a great sound)

P.S. A useless piece if ABBA information; ABBA used to sponsor the Ragnion (pronounced Ranyo) Arrows Formula One team because one of their drivers, Hoob Rotengatta, was the drummer for ABBA.


Nervous Rex

It is Wednesday, and I went over to my mothers place to take her shopping. She said she would lend me some money to buy a new stereo. Mine decided to have an electrical meltdown, jamming the CD in it and stinking the house out with the burning electronic smell.

Anyway, we went to Colonnades and bought a nice unit with a good sound, and went home. When we got there Rassilon was walking around constantly looking up at the ceiling fans, which were not on, but he was acting nervously.

Then a motorbike went past the house, (the back garden is next to a main road), and that was all it took.

Rassilon wouldn’t go from the lounge to the dining room, and he started to tremble. All from the sound of the motorbike. There was nothing to see, the fans were off and there was nothing different, but the panic came back.  The last time he was like that was when the ceiling fans were turned on and he ran out of the room and got the trembles, that took about 5 minutes of reassuring and patting to stop him shaking.

When we got back to his own home he seemed fine again, jumping around, wagging his tail and speaking for his chicken. But I still gave him some “Rescue Remedy” drops. I used them before to calm him down, and they did a good job, (they also work for humans). (Greyhound owners told me about them, they are all natural). If he gets too bad I do have some vet prescribed drugs, but he has never had them because the Rescue Remedy drops worked well enough and they are natural.

So greyhound owners beware. Even if your dog seems fine, it doesn’t take much to set them back to nervous wrecks.


everything is becoming a worry again.

Bravery and sensibility

We had a quiet Christmas. Rassi and I went over to my mothers place to keep her company. She normally goes to Tasmania to stay with my sister, niece and grand niece and nephew, but she wasn’t well enough this year.

It was a quiet day, after all, I cant walk, and my mother has trouble breathing, and I was a hot 37 degrees, so we stayed in with the air conditioner on and watched a DVD from Scotland, a comedy show called Still Game. (If you can understand a strong Glasgow accent you will find it funny).

My mother is Scottish and we lived in a small village called Kilcreggan, right beside the River Clyde, about 30 miles from Glasgow. When I say small, they had to widen the road to put a white line up the middle!

(Actually, the village next to us housed the nuclear submarine base, so we regularly had trucks with missiles going past the house).

christmas 2015 (3)

Celebrating Christmas.

The owners of the house next door were there today doing the garden before the new tenants move in later today. Apparently they are an older couple with a dog, but I have yet to meet them.

Anyway, I went to see what they were up to next door, and of course Rassilon wanted to go and visit as well.

Well the wife and younger son were there on their own, and I was talking to her. As I did, the son came down and sat on the kerb, so Rassilon went to investigate. The mother has met Rassi before and knew what he was like, so she didn’t panic when Rassi went up to the son and (literally) stuck his nose in the boys eye.


How would you like that nose poked in your eye?

The mother seeing her son being savaged in such a way  by a greyhound said…”Oh! He likes you”. I just hope the tenants of the house are as understanding.

I might have to close the gates when I go to work, because there isn’t a lot of room for their dog to move around in their yard, and they might think it okay to let it run in my yard, but that is not okay with me. It is Rassilons yard, and we don’t want intruders leaving smells and confusing him.

Anyway, we have been visiting, and I have been doing some work around the house (washing clothes and dishes), and Rassilon has been in and out all day, so there is no need to explain the following photo.

relaxation time (2)

Taking up a full 3 seater settee, and smiling.

A man complained that his government house wasn’t big enough to swing a cat in, so he got a government grant…

to buy a smaller cat!!

Pizza with the lot

For tea I decided to have a pizza with the lot. Of course, in this house, the lot means, anything I can find that will stay on a pizza.

The trouble is. now I have to be careful what goes on the pizza, because some things I might like, Rassilon isn’t allowed. But I have to admire him. He is getting a cast iron stomach. The other night I had pizza with Garlic Soy sauce all over it, and he still ate it, with no side effects.

I hope Rassilon isn’t too hungry, because he has had a lot of chicken today, and there is a bowl of biscuits out, and some dog food, but of course, he isn’t eating that!

pizza with anything

Today it is Quarto Formagio pizza with added meatballs, extra cheese, garlic soy sauce and baked beans

I was up late last night, or to be more accurate, this morning. I was putting all the movies from my computer onto USB devices which I can plug into my projector. The benefit over a DVD is that the USB device holds a lot more movies.

movie selection

I forgot to turn the picture, but on these 25 USB’s is almost 200 programs.

On the 25 USB devices I have put 80 movies, 14 episodes of The Thin Blue Line, 14 episodes of Hank Zipzer, 9 shows of Kevin Bridges (a Scottish comedian) and 80 episodes of Hogan’s Heroes.

So, it’s early to bed, watching The Thin Blue Line, pizza and a cup of coffee and Rassilon sitting on the bed…waiting.

           I went into a pizza shop and ordered a pizza. The guy in the shop asked if I wanted it cut into 6 or 8 pieces.  I said “Better make it 6 pieces, I couldn’t eat 8”.

A Later inclusion,  (added when I woke up).

tea time (10) small

I’m not an Italian Greyhound, but I will eat your pizza anyway.

My 3rd Christmas Present this year

I don’t do Christmas. No cards, no decorations, no music and no special food. In fact, the last few years I have had pie and chips or fish and chips for lunch, deliberately going out of my way to NOT have Christmas. And not just because all the supermarkets have put their prices up over the holiday. (New note: This year it was over to my mother for mixed cold meat and salad, in the 37 degree heat)

This year I did buy an extra gift, for a friend, but only because it was on special in Booktopia ($4.99 reduced from $55.00), and I know he is a Dr Who fan like me. My mother got some books and a CD from Joseph Prince Ministries.

But today, as I was looking around E Bay, I saw something that I could not, not get, for Rassilon, considering the Dr Who connection.


The perfect 2″ Martingale collar for Rassilon…with DALEKs

Remember, the name Rassilon is from Dr Who, he is Lord President Rassilon, leader of the Time Lords. (last played by Timothy Dalton)

Rassilons Gauntlet Glows

Lord President Rassilon (AKA Timothy Dalton)

A very Merry Christmas to you

David Phelps, my favourite singer, and you can hear why.

Christmas: The celebration of consumer gullibility by the mass producers