John Gryphon
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I did like his description of the weight towards the end and had a laugh.
I think that was his ploy to get the other guy in front of the camera.I did like his description of the weight towards the end and had a laugh.

Nice one, Mr GWhatever one thinks of Guy (I'm sure he wouldn't give a ...k anyway), he is a one off. He is from an era where most of us who have done similar, have used bad language and what may be called racist language. I apologise (if necessary) to anyone I have offended by the terms I used when in similar situations in earlier life, but that was then par for the course. Some folk will change and some won't, I like to think I have but I would never criticize those who can't or don't want to.![]()
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Didn’t find GW’s casual racism so entertaining.
Nothing wrong with that pan,just like a teapot can’t wash the flavour outI have just watched this, I can only say it was excellent, although I found his living arrangements at the time quite horrifying, that frying pan!
Has anyone watched this on youtube? It features Guy Wallace on buffalo (Black death) as they call them. Its a must watch after your turkey dinner.
I met Guy a couple of times and twice he asked me to put my GWP in the show ring at the Oxfordshire deer fair and at the Welsh game fair, my young daughter who walked the dog around the ring and who is now in her thirties still has the rosette that he awarded the dog. (She still laughs at the couple of show-dog GWP lady owners whose noses were really put out and showed off when comparing their dogs to our GWP. "He's rather fine" was the comment.)I first encountered Guy Wallace during the late 1990s when he was delivering a talk on dog training. His opening question to the audience was ‘Have we any women, Welshman or w*gs here?’. A lady and I made our presence known; fortunately, perhaps, nobody belonged to his third category. Having shocked us into attention with his opening gambit the ensuing talk confirmed him as an accomplished, engaging speaker and a master of his craft. Sometimes appalling, always unapologetic and a proud relic of an era long since gone, Wallace’s delight in shocking delicate sensibilities made him unsafe in polite company. Nevertheless, he was impossible to dislike and I was saddened to learn of his death last March.