Friday, January 26, 2007

THE SQUIRE OF MEDI-CASH, AKA PROFESSOR CHUCKLEBUTTY, WRITES EXCLUSIVELY FOR HENSHAW AND THE EVIL CABAL ON SIR DIDDY AND MAGGIE BOYLE....

By Jove! here i am again, being accused of all sorts!
You ungrateful Bassets!
What have I done to deserve this missus? How tickled I was to take up my new post as chairman of the Great North Western Railway Health Authority. Or whatever it's called.
To be honest,I only looked at the wages.

Mind the gap! Ha-ha, Yes, the one between credibility and salary.
Well as you know, my tickling stick can fill any gap, They can't touch you for it!
Yes, health. Of course I've been drumming up business for the health service for years, most people are quickly sick at the sight of me.

As new chairman, I was able to pick my own chair, but I still had to put four cushions on it so they could see my head over the table.
And now, here I am working in health being accused of speeding up the process to get rid of a troublesome boil!
People are saying that I was scared of her standing up to me, what nonsense! she stood up to me once and i looked her straight in the gusset and said, listen here Maggie, you'll never walk down Lime Street anymore if you carry on like this. Mind you, you can't drive down either.
So as Chairman, i excercised my authority and hid her chair for the next meeting. She was totally discomknockerated and quickly cleared off to take a new job in charge of the Veterinary surgery in Emmerdale.
i was in Emmerdale once you know missus, Ooo Arrrhh yes! In the old days when Amos Brailey was birdwatching. The script called for a little tit to come through the window of the Woolpack.... how dare you madam? No I was an extra who found a feather in his pint.
Anyway, where was I?

oh yes..do you know ladies and gentlemen, it's free for the public to dial 999? That can't be right? Lets's face it, if you are really sick you wont mind paying a few bob to phone for an ambulance.
And now when you ring them, there's no recorded message or music to listen to! What kind of customer care is that? A little Rossini will help you stop worrying about the scissors in your neck. The Thieving Magpie has always been a favourite of mine. That reminds me i must call the Doctor myself.
And this 999 service is all so gloomy. Cheer the callers up with a few shaggy dog stories, in fact I'll give you his number.
Now we all want good health and i believe that there is only one part of the body that needs treating regularly, and that's the funny bone. yes the Humourus. we all need to excercise the chuckle muscle at least 3 times a day.

First thing in the morning, I go into the bathroom, take all my clothes off in front of the mirror and look at the size of my moneybelt. Ha Ha! By Jove! One sneeze and I could hit the jackpot. Hold yer plums Diddy!!
And forget all this nonsense about obesity, it's nice to get hold of something, isn't it ladies and gentlemen, I keep piling on the pounds and that excercises my chuckle muscle every time I go to the bank.

Yes the Wealth Service is safe in my hands!!! Tatty-bye everybody tatty-bye!!!
12:46 AM

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

glorious....

Anonymous said...

Thats it Chucklebutty missis, I'm seeing my solicitor, I need more money to fill the gaps under the floor boards, (In case of a nuclear attack of course, oooh yes erm missis), I hereby order you to cease this tomfoolery or the diddyman union will be hearing from me as well, ooh yes missis indeed!

What a Beautiful day it is missis,

Anonymous said...

How dare that person posing as the real Doddy issue threats to me. I'll bring a counter writ against you through my very own legendary solicitor, columnist and after dinner stretcher, non other than Sir Rex Hesperra. He represented that great Liverpool born primeminister Gladys Stone,Mutton-chops Mary as she was known down down the local chippy on Rodney Streeet. And I'll have you know Sir Wrecks was also a personal friend of Jacob Epstein the man who sculpted the Beatles. He'll make mince meat out of you, you imposter! I'm afraid Sir, the great Doddy, inspiration, living legend, shakespeare of comedy, Marlowe of mirth,Chaucer of Chuckling, Bacon of sandwich...Ahem, he would never mix his act up with FRANKIE HOWARD!! There unmasked...oooh no don't missus...please, have pity on poor Fraaaancis oooh yes, now!

Don't rile me or I may have one of my tantrums...yes, a diddy fit and bite the back of your legs...if somebody will give me a bunk up.

yes stick to the idiom missus or I'll be after you...just like that, no not like that...Like that! Ah haa haa haa!

If you read my memoirs properly you will see I am not Doddy I am Diddy. I know it's only one letter but mistakes like that can cause irritable vowel syndrome!

Tatty Bye everybody Tatty Bye.

p.s. if nothing more interesting crops up here, I may be forced to write about my time overhauling the CSA ( cash supplied in abundance)

Anonymous said...

knick nocky nick nack nickky nackky noo

knick nocky nick nack...nack noo!

Anonymous said...

Bring it on Diddy Man, I threw you out of my Butty Mine and you aint getting back in. I'm bigger than you,whoohoo missis thats a bit rude missis, what a wonderful day for taking Henshaw and sticking him up the good Doctors arse, ooh yes tickitilation missis, I have an army of diddymen who remember what you did Sir Diddy. I'm off to get me tickling stick so watch it Chucklebutty!