Of no interest at all to anyone other than those intrigued by me personally!

I think this is really sweet. Not all the celeb mentions but personal ones.

I didn`t pick my dog, she picked me, she came straight out of the rescue home, with a look back to the other dogs, which seemed to say "Bye all, here`s my Dad now!"
She makes a dreadful mess of the garden, is an awful guard dog, but when you take her for a walk, you just stand and watch as she runs her three mile daily recommended exercise, at approximately 30 mph.
My Dad had a similar terrier, and he once decided to take her for a walk attached to his motorbike as he had flu, and she achieved 26 miles an hour he tells me. You couldnt do that these days, there is too much traffic of course and can you imagine the grief from animal rights people?
My first pet was Sammy the guinea pig, but he decided he didnt like me, and ran away.
We used to have a metal bread basket, that we would put on the lawn, like a little cage, and he would methodically mow the lawn as we moved the "cage".
Predictably, this was why he legged it, when I moved it one day, he obviously wanted Tesco Finest*Creeping Red Fescue. We only had a combination of rye grass and fescues from Woolworths.