Monday, February 12, 2007
"It's as easy for a rich diddyman to enter the kingdom of health as it is for a cabal to pass through the eye of an evil...."
10 comments:
- sfwillie said...
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I stumbled here by accident. Great blog. Very funny.
- 11:44 pm
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No Prof please dont leave us - Tony did that once and it took ages to get him back!
- 12:59 pm
- Tori Blare said...
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- 8:14 pm
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Dear Anonymous, How tattyfilarious that you ask me not to leave. I am also a fan of yours Anonymous. Yes. Ive read all yer poems. Well I may not leave for good, but I am much in need of a rest while I do my annual money count. And to check the laws on plagiarism and copyrite for lifting Doddys style and phrases. Homage to a great man though. But fear not, my colleague from the University of Mirth, Professor Unwin has been employed as the new Press Officer and you can read him in the City of the Deadlybold section. The University has advised me to take a 2 year symetrical and to be honest. i was getting beside myself. It is a huge burden you know, this moneybelt. I really need to get to grips with health. And the only way I can do that is to spend less time sitting in front of my TCP and get down to making the staff sicker than the patients. So for now Tatty bye. (I am available for weddings and blanket baths)
- 11:55 pm
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Here's some more inside gen on Sir Diddy. Did you know that he reads the blog avidly and even posted a comment on the Guradian lecture post? He was 'Intrigued' apparently - check it out. Anyway, you are right, he was desperate to avoid a scene at the lecture and made special arrangements to swap his appearance, so he could avoid any unpleasantness with Mat Finnigan. He has also spoken to Councillor Paul Clark about the blog and warned him that Chas Cole has million of pounds to sue. Henshaw is also furious that Storey's evidence to the Standards Board has been leaked so successfully and is now in the public domain, via this blog and the other evil cabal ones. He had a real go at Clark about all that - accusing Storey of leaking it etc, etc, although he says Clark is useless. Clearly he feels a bit vulnerable about what was in Storey's statement. The stuff from Antrobus and Clark particularly, apparently still worry him as does the accusations of him being a blackmailer and extortionist. You have touched a nerve there Tony, I would keep going if i were you. He is also desperately worried that all this will continue to follow him to the health service. The bad news for him is that Hilary Armstrong is on her way out when Brown takes over from Blair, (Henshaw's wife openly talks about his good friends Hilary and her husband Paul!) so he has been trying recently to arrange meetings with the Treasury, presumably to try and ingratiate himself. He has also set up his own little company called The David Henshaw Partnership, with some of his 'mates'. Have a look at Comnpanies House to see if it is registered. Hope this helps...
- 11:33 am
- Tori Blare said...
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oops gave it away there!
- 10:42 pm
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I'll sponsor a special jam butty prize to the first reader who can correctly identify the comment personally posted by the evil wee one on the Guradian lecture post
- 10:59 pm
- Tori Blare said...
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It was intrigued, who actually told us when be would be on at the conference!
Cheeky wee man. And Tony asked would he be there?
Haha good to know the Diddy man has a humour....It will come in handy if he ever goes to jail. - 10:58 pm
- Tori Blare said...
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Where is my JAM BUTTY????
- 4:28 pm
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Oh no am I too late has the wee one gone?
Funny how they shut people up when they get an audience?
Bring back Chucklebutty I say, make him mayor! - 7:03 pm
By Jove, I'm back, yes the big digger missus! Right into your pockets!
Here again, like the proverbial bad penny, ha, ha, no such thing as a bad penny, send them to me missus, by jove. Never mind under the floor boards, my new house will be built on Williamson's Tunnels. Plenty of room there to store the grotty cash!
Now this thing is still going on about me being the Squire of Medi-cash, but todays sermon members of the parrish of St Tony, is on a subject very close to my height...Children!
Now, "Give me a child to the age of 7.." the Jesuits used to say, actually one of the silent orders said it first, but nobody heard them.
Give me a child to the age of 7 and I'll clear off and you'll never see a penny. That was my brief to overhaul the CSA (Cash Still Accummulating) and track down these absent fathers. Unfair to the diddy dads some may say? Come off it, they're all loaded, staying at Buckingham Palace dressing up as batman? One of them owns a crane, I've seen him danngling off it dressed as Spiderman.
Why Superheroes missus? why Batman,Superman Spiderman? If they want Justice, why not dress as Ombudsman? If they stopped dressing as Milkman there might be a few less skint kids missus. And it is heart breaking.....to think of all that missing money..
I did me reaearch by jove yes! In this day and age, children barefoot on cobbled streets huddled in doorways in our own city! A scandal... not even a pair of scandals!
If you don't believe me you can see the pictures for yourself in the Library. "Liverpool" by Gon Days. short for Gonville i think. Published only last year. So my research is up to date. An outrage!
Believe me, ladies and gentlemen I was determined that these children should get the help they need. Just imagine the difference it would make if these families had enough money to phone LDL for help. By Jove,...they'd make a fortune! Another one! keep them on hold...if they're in a phone box at least they are out of the rain..some words of comfort while they are on hold..." all our advisers are busy looking for other jobs....your cash is important to us...we are currently in a queue at the bank."
So anyway half a million later when I found me quil, i wrote my report on the back of a spare vest. I'd already sent some briefs earlier.
Sack half the staff, they are all rubbish, for the rest, purchase200 pocket calculators (only £3500 each from one of my contacts in LDL plus service charge and AA battery not supplied) and a phonebook. Then innstigate the classic sting operation to track down the Dads!
Hello is that Mr Cockie-leekie? your son Wee Hamish has won the Lottery and wants you to come home. Soon as he sets foot back in the house, turn him upside down by the ankles and shake! Please make cheque payable to Sir Diddy.
Now some people said my report was a load of rubbish and achieved nothing. Nonsense I say, look at my bank balance now missus!
Actually before I go on, I wish to withdraw something I put in earlier...behave yourself madam, not even with somebody else's tickling stick! No not hindsight for the missing dads either, I am referring to a comment about Doc the Marmaliser and misdoings in the shower. Now this appalling Blog business has been very unfair, labelling him the dirty dog and the Rottweiller..sniffing around Golden receivers. So i would like to make it clear right now that he was cleared of any wrong doings whatsoever by a stewards enquiry at Crufts.
Ahhh i wonder if he misses me. Those days sharing the council chamber pot, him lifting me on and off and then wiping my pc for me. What a gap i must have left. Is it possible that they could find somebody who could fill my shoes missus? They did show me the top 3 choices Ronnie Corbett, Jeanette Krankie and Jimmy Clitheroe..all too busy. I did hear that Little Richard was interested, but he was too busy trying to find out just who
this Tracey Parrish was. Well I can answer that...It was none other than that media menace Judy Finnigan! yes, not the first time she's tried to expose the diddies to the public! Well all I can say is that whoever was chosen as my successor, I hope he does a good job for the city. He'll never have as many hits as me, I just hope he doesn't try and do cover versions.
Arthur Askey would be my choice, yes big hearted Arthur..perhaps he was on the bee list? Is it Arthur?
Anyway ladies and gentlemen, I think I have said enough. If after reading my wise words and comments, you still think I was wrong in some of my actions as Squire...be kind to my memory.
Remember, my work for the CSA was also in recognition of my own unhappy childhood. Yes the Jesuits were right about the formative years. they can influence a man. I was after all a war baby, born durng the blitz in the bed next to Stan Boardmans act. Yes a war baby! the midwife took one look and said whooooaar, what's that?
I was a diddy baby too, delivered by tweezers. But at 3 months old I was kidnapped by Gerbils and held for ransom. Nobody would pay the 37 shillings and sixpnce they demanded and i think that is why money became so important to me in later life.
The gerbils quickly grew to loathe me after I privatised their wheel but they were afraid to bring me back because owing to a misprint on a government telegram in 1939, Britain had been at war with the Gerbils for 7 years. So they dumped me in a moses basket and floated me off down the mersey...I still sleep in it to remind me. By the time I was re-united with my diddy family, my charecter was formed.
So i can't help myself missus...actually I can and do ha ha by jove yes! But that's the man that stands here before you...here..no here...down here missus!
Well this is my last contribution to these glorious pages. I'm off to pursue another new career as a writer. i am going to team up with professor Tom Slemen, the man of Liverpool mysteries and blood curdling tales of long ago. Yes madam it'll send chills up your flannel nighty, especially when you are out going to the off licence in your dressing gown pretending to be a Pete Price listener. Me and Professor Slemen have uncovered new evidence about an old Liverpool horror story,about which i have a particular insight.
That of an evil little goblin figure who used to terrorise the good people of Liverpool, making their souls and wallets feel cold and empty, a hideous sight last seen leaping from the roof of the town hall to the municipal building and then onto the roof of all of the banks along Castle Street, leaving large filthy deposits as people cried helplessly.
Yes, you know who I mean, none other than the notorius Liverpool legend, Cuban Heeled Jack !
So Tatty bye everybody Tatty bye!