mail n.
1. (Aus.) a rumour, a report, racing tip; information on crime.
‘Whisper All Aussie Dict.’ in Kings Cross Whisper (Sydney) xxxvi 4/1: mail: Information of any sort. | ||
He who Shoots Last 44: ‘Da vine sex he’s lookin’ hard fer ya.’ [...] ‘Thanks for the mail, Mouse.’. | ||
Bulletin (Sydney) 26 Apr. 44: One of the old rorters up the Cross tugged me coat a week ago. His mail was that if I didn’t weigh in soon I’d be gathered for sure, but, shit, I didn’t expect I’d get dished up like this just on a lousy dud. | ||
G’DAY 83: Woss the mail on the joker with the leather pants? Looks like a bit of a bumjumper ter me. | ||
How to Shoot Friends 45: Police often let some good crooks run if they give them good mail. | ||
(con. 1950s) in Get Rich Quick (2004) 23: I’d like to get the mail on Jim Swain. | ||
(con. 1943) Coorparoo Blues [ebook] [He] crept down to the camp and gave him the mail. |
2. (US black teen) money [? like the US mail it ‘gets through anywhere’].
🎵 I gotta get more, gotta get mail. | ‘Female Funk’||
🎵 Serious about my mail, don’t give a fuck about a jail cell. | ‘Life’||
College Sl. Research Project (Cal. State Poly. Uni., Pomona) 🌐 Mail (noun) Money. | ||
Westsiders 21: More words seem to be invented each week, faster than any Webster’s could keep track: ‘G’, ‘grip’, ‘bank’, ‘mail’ [...] It is the fecund vocabulary of desire. | ||
🎵 Trying to feed the fam and make some mail. | ‘The Way I Live’||
🎵 Well, that’s my female, shorty gets that mail. | ‘Petty’
In phrases
(N.Z. prison) to receive a package of contraband sent from one cell to another.
Boobslang [U. Canterbury D.Phil. thesis] 140/1: pick the mail up v. to receive items of contraband sent from one cell window to another by sliding the items along lengths of string suspended between the two windows, or sent between cells by attaching the items to pieces of elastic or string and slinging them under one’s cell door to an inmate across or further along the corridor. |
(Aus.) what is happening?
(con. 1945–6) Devil’s Jump (2008) 8: I got out of the car and grabbed his shoulder. ‘What’s the mail, pal?’ I shouted. |