He was called Richard. The whole lot of him smelled, head to toe. His benny hat was clamped on his head no matter how hot. There used to be a salt line on it he sweated that much. We were working down Coltman St one time and my mate was in a hole digging round a leccy cable, concentrating, and he looked up and Smelly dick was leant over the edge of the hole. My mates nose literally scraped up Dicks hat and took it off his head!! Mate was nearly sick. Still makes me chuckle now.
Did this bloke know that everyone( well you anyway) called him Smelly Dick? It's bullying is that Chazz, shame on you.
No he was totally immune to it. Smelly Dick, Dick Le Feet, Dirty Dick, Dogshit Dick. His only objective was getting through the day doing **** all and then going straight to Parkers after work. Same again the next day.
Christ no. I do know where he lived but if we ever dropped him off it was at Parkers. He went home once for his dinner on a boiling hot day. Told us when he got there his mrs had the washing in the tumble dryer and not on the line on a hot day so he cut the plug off the tumbler. He then produced the plug out of his pocket!! kinell this is a trip down memory lane.
Here we go again. Dark room. Damp towel on head. Whale music playing in background. Think twice before posting. Best advice you'll get tonight son.
Shame it has gone to PM – was genuinely enjoying the tales about the stinking fellow and I wanted to hear about the bird.
From what I can gather **** never, ever went in the shower. Unless it was......... no I've said too much already.
Yep Danky Dick was married. He took on a woman with a couple of kids so fair play to the bloke. All i'll say is on first meeting she had her back to me and my mate. My mate said to me who's that bloke talking to Dick?? She played for a womens pool team 4 nights a week. She used to dress like a proper snooker player. Ruffled shirt and a bow tie the lot. Reminiscent of Big Bill Werbeniuk she was.
