By Jove missus! Can't a man slip quietly away into retirement without being hounded by this blog? All i want to do is sit on me mushroom in the garden and every now and then get the rake out and go looking for cash. Is that a crime? It's hard for us pensioners to make ends meet, so i am forced to take on the odd job here and there. Panto is a long way off you know and there's a lot of local competition for the role of Sleazy right now. Mind you missus there is a clear favourite for Dopey, and Doc fixed himself up as soon as he knew i was off. But who on earth are they going to find to play Snow White? Ha ha by jove, that'll be like trying to find a weasel in a pay-stack.
So, I have to keep going, no rest for the wicked and no listeners either if we get the licence. yes you may have heard about my radio bid...that's the wireless missus. Bring back Jimmy Young!! What's the recipe today Jim? Usually something a bit fishy. Yes my venture into broadcasting with Dickhead FM has been resurrected again but this time for the Valleys of Wales. At least i won't have to play the bloody Beatles, those mop topped morons i had to keep praising in Liverpool. Capital of Culture missus! A bit more than "yeah, yeah yeah...", "Sgt Bradleys lonely hard up plans.", "Eleanor Rathbone" and "He's been a Hard Faced Knight and he was working with the Dog" A load of rubbish! I'll show you ungrateful turn-coats what real culture is, once I get my own 5 hour daily radio slot. Diddy David?.... Blast and discomknockerations! I may have to change my name
there's another one already! Ahh I know, Diddy Dafyd, yes you see, I am still quick on me little feet missus.Yes i will need to appeal to a Welsh audience, highlight my background in the jam butty mines, my diddy davey lamp on my head and face red with jam on my way home from the pit for a tin bath in front of the fire. A simple welsh rarebit from Fortnum and Masons warming on the Aga. First record will be to celebrate the Big Dig, "Road Rage" by Catatonia, actually that reminds me of look on the faces of the audience during my recent lecture tours "Forty Days And Forty Winks with The Squire of Grotty Cash"
People really are queueing up to see me speak. I must demand a smaller lecturn though, I get out of breath jumping up and down so they can see my head.
So missus back to Bighead FM, I am going to take the airwaves by storm, a little opera slot in the morning....no missus not Oprah! Opera...Verdi,Puccini,Lasagne. If I may be serious for a moment ladies and gentlemen, I have actually re-written Wagners Ring Cycle for modern day. In my new version Das Merseygold, starts with the blonde merseymaids guarding the Lieverpool gold and then along comes a poisonous little dwarf who tricks them all stealing lot. He renounces love and honour because he can still have lust and wealth. That is followed by The Valkries, where the blonde maidens really start to get screwed for losing the gold, you know the main tune..used in the war film film Apackofcrisps Now! Dumb diddy dumb dumb, dumb diddy dumb dumb...and by jove you were dumb!
Then there is Seigleader, the noble fool who brings about his own downfall trying to take on
the poison dwarf. And of course it all ends in tears with the Twighlight of the Dogs in Bloggerdammerung, as we see the downfall of the gods through greed, avarice and betrayal.
You see i can be serious and satirical missus and once my updated version is produced, I fully expect once again to have people worshipping my Ring...by jove back to the smut and innuendo quick as a flash!
Now before I go, i must say something about the Sir Diddy Hogwash Partnership, my little investment company to set aside something for a rainy day. If you want to be in my company and not many do, in fact so far it's just me and Lady Diddy, and she's not that keen, you can buy a share for a quid. This company could be hugely influential, alter the course of business for the 21st century.....a soon I find out what it does, we can start influencing. So come on down, the price is right missus, what's a pound to you? You already handed me 340,000 of them for nothing, by jove and there's plenty more out there!
A quick hello by the way to one of my ex Diddyrectors whom I hear is making a local comeback, Cheeky Chuck Parker. A fine young man who will go a long way, the further the better. You'll get no more out of me! I hope he can make a contribution to capital of culture, he was always full of bright ideas, always looking to dip his nib and get something down. I remember us thrashing around a few ideas about what we could do to make capital of culture a success. Like me, he isn't a fan of the Beatles (Jo Brown and the Bruvvers)and obviously a re-union was off the cards but people were pushing to get Paul McCartney involved. Charlie said that Mccartney was an idiot and had done of nothing merit since the Beatles. Well what about Wings? somebody said and Charlie replied, "Yes that would be good, we could sell wings with commemwerwative bwacelets wiv the 08 wogo on" Titters all round missus and the usual arguments followed as people walked out including Charlie saying they couldn't work amongst all the wanqours and compwete wack of wespect.
And that's what we need wespect...Respect especially for our elderly citizens...Up the pensioners! So come on, show you still care, send me a quid and buy a little bit of Diddy. After all i have done you for, support me now in my hour of greed.
And now now before Sailing by on Wicked FU here is the Grabbing Forecast...
Tatty bye everybody Tatty bye!
Sir David Henshaw







blic 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.




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!