What Dickiebo’s Taste in Music Says About Him.
Your musical tastes are upbeat and conventional.

You are an easy going, optimistic person.

Family and friends are very important to you.

You enjoy caring for and helping other people.

You thrive in a tranquil environment, and you do your best to keep things peaceful.

You enjoy your life. You have your priorities straight.

I got this from KB. Try it at blogthings.

Copied from Last of the Few site.

Hee hee…

With literally thousands of our pubs closing their doors - including Dickiebo’s local - and our country becoming swamped with our multi-cultural friends, this sign on a Marston’s closed-down pub is to be expected.

This was B and Dickiebo on hols in Greece. Honest!

My thanks to Missy for taking the photo!!

We were coming in to land, and it affects your ears, doesn’t it?
The Stewardess gave me chewing gum. 
Took two days to get it out of my ear.

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A policeman stopped me the other night, he taps on the window of the car and says:
‘Would you please blow into this bag, Sir’.
I said: ‘What for, Officer?’
He says: ‘My chips are too hot’.

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I got stopped again last night by another policeman. He says:
‘I’d like to follow you to the nearest Police Station’.
I said ‘What For?’.
He said: ‘I’ve forgotten the way’.

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And he said ‘My dog doesn’t eat meat’.
I said ‘Why not?’.
He said ‘We don’t give him any’

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I went to the doctor. He said ‘you’ve got a very serious illness’.
I said ‘I want a second opinion’.
He said ‘all right, you’re ugly as well’.

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I went to the doctor the other day
I said ‘have you got anything for wind’
so he gave me a kite.

Boom! Boom!

Shelagh MAGUIRE

I was just sweet 16, and a truly innocent boy, ‘up from the sticks’! Dickiebo readers will know that, at that age, I went to the great city, and joined the Metropolitan Police Cadets. Well, I was stationed at the police garage at Lambeth - 109 Lambeth Road - and one of our tasks was to check vehicle speedometers. The experts there, were Sgt. Charlie Light, and his oppo, Steve. Steve went on leave and was temporarily replaced by Bob Healey. Bob told me that his niece, the same Shelagh Maguire, was coming to London from her home in Liverpool for two weeks hols. Would I like to ’show her around’? Not arf! I could even act like she was my first real girl-friend. Yea.

So, came the great day, and we met. Must say, she was a bit of awright! Young - but then, so was Dickiebo. She was yer average height, pretty face - with makeup!! - and nicely ‘developed’, if you know what I mean. Broad Irish accent. I didn’t really know where to take her and, not having much lolly, and too young to drink (gosh!!) I started off at the Houses of Parliament, but she didn’t seem too interested in them so, across the road, I took her to see Scotland Yard. Even less interest. I started to get a panicky feeling, and even contemplated the cinema but she came to the rescue by suggesting a walk along the Thames Embankment. And that, really, is how I knew Shelagh Maguire! Sat on a wooden bench on the Thames Embankment, ‘learning’ how to kiss. Seems totally harmless nowadays, doesn’t it? But that was mucho manly then! Overnight, Dickiebo was transformed. No longer an ‘innocent’, I could now kiss with the best of them. We kissed until my lips were sore, but sooo good!

After two weeks, Shelagh returned home to Liverpool - that was in 1955 - and the last I ever saw of her but………..I shall always remember her with affection. She was a nice girl. Bless yer, gal!