The Missing Link....and other items!

For those of you who’ve wandered these pages, strolls……


‘And so forth guv?’

‘Quite……..Bing.’

‘And such like?’

‘Yes…..now where was I?’

The lad has already wandered off to enquire within and without…..

For those of you who’ve wandered these pages, strolls and ‘moment’s’ over the last few years, I’m sure by now you may have decided that, the Boy Bing is the catalyst by which our time spent together has served to re-sharpen this particular old noodle’s ability to ‘keep up!’

On the whole, taken by and large and up and down and all other directions…..




‘You still tripe-writing guv?’

‘Um….well actually as it happens….’

‘May I ask if, you’re the geezer that has whipped me new squeaky ball?’

‘Bing!’

‘Look old wheezy-bonce, you’re just the sort of vague trundling old poop, who forgets where he was when he last had a chaps flavourite Squeaker!’

‘Bing I am not forgetful?’




‘Found your other glasses yet?’


‘Which one’s’

‘Ah, so there’s more than one pair missing eh?’

‘No, not really….just……..momentarily…out of position.’

‘And yer mobile, Kindle, Mug of coffee going cold somewhere………need I go on?’

‘Well, I…I…..’

But he is gone. New scent’s have been received by the wondrous hooter, and their call, leads him away.

As I was saying, our relationship could appear to be a tad odd to some. (I’m sure not you.) I like to think that I’ve generally managed the partial education of the Boy Bing quite well, given that being a hound he has a slightly different view of things…..



‘You’ll be pleased to hear old bloater, that I’ve relocated the whereabouts of me yellow orb, and have discovered you left it in the raised flowerbed.’

‘Me?’

‘Yep-p-p-p-p!’

‘I left it in the raised flowerbed?’

‘He’s quick you know.’

‘Why would I do that Bing?’

‘Mine is not to reason why old wrinkle chin, mine is but to dig and dive.’

‘Bing I find it hard to believe I would take your pill outside and pop it in the raised flowerbed?’

‘I know, it’s odd isn’t it guv? You really do some rummy things.’

‘But, but, but…….’

But he’s gone again, padding off down the hall with his ‘pal.’

Despite these moments, we ‘rub’ along mighty well, although I believe I really must take him in hand and try and introduce a modicum of responsibility into his day to day routine.






Where he gets this peculiar behaviour from I have no idea.....