Okay – I know I got the words wrong but this whole event reminded me so much of that old song – What a crazy world we’re living in indeed!

Whilst staying with my son and daughter-in-law in Swindon this week I was invited to join them in a visit to Swindon Stadium to see the greyhound racing.

I was in two minds about this as living with Hippie has taught me so much about how some of these beautiful animals are treated when they fail to make money for their owners, and I do remain very concerned about the high numbers of ex-racers that remain unaccounted for.

But – I do love to watch greyhounds run, they are built for speed and nothing pleases me more than the look of joy on Hippie’s face now that we are able to let her off for a run.

The stadium was not busy, well it was a Wednesday evening but the dogs were being paraded for a race as we arrived. They looked gorgeous and very happy, the handlers were fussing them as they walked around and then they put them in the traps to wait for the hare…

Oh it was brilliant to see them go….. once round the track and cross the finish line – trouble is they don’t know the race has finished and keep on going until they reach half way round from the finish line where the handlers are waiting to catch them as they slow down.

We stayed for several races, my son was studying the form but I have to admit it was meaningless to me, I just looked at the dogs (and the names of course) for inspiration.

The last race we watched was wonderful. I had lashed out and put a pound to win on one dog in every race and this was to be no exception.

When they paraded the hounds, number six caught my eye. His tail was spinning round like a helicopter blade, I looked at the form guide Pointone Playboy was my choice for sure, his happy attitude reassured me that my one pound bet would be worthwhile.

And sure enough from the off he was way out in front and romped home in first place. I won £3.25 – riches indeed!