Apparently Google has its knickers all in a twist over those cunts in the Eu and some shite about cookies. Frankly if they are biscuits then I will eat them, if you are concerned about this then fuck off somewhere else and read something else.

Sunday, 22 June 2008

Terrier racing

Before GCHQ misread this and SO13 and 1/4 descend upon our humble fortress mistakenly believing I am some sort of airport shop worker, I spent an enjoyable afternoon watching a friends terrier racing at a local village event.

Terriers whilst being neither mine or my wifes cup of tea fill a certain necessary niche in the working dog world.

Whilst many seem to be owned by persons just a quid away from being pikeys they also seem to organise some fun filled and relaxed events. Where else can you get 6 psycotic bundles of fur and spit snarling their way out of a homemade trap to rundown a fox brush?

The evidence speaks for itself;

I certainly enjoyed myself and if a flutter had been available I would have been very happy!

Another quick clip;

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