story n.
1. a euph. for a lie; thus story-teller n., a liar.
Lives: Sir H. Blount (1898) I 110: Two young gentlemen that heard Sir H. tell this sham so gravely [...] told him they wonderd he was not ashamed to tell [...] storys. | ||
Penkethman’s Jests 90: They upbraided the Person with telling ’em so monstrous a Story. – Look you there now, said he, You told me a hundred Lyes t’other Night. | ||
Hist. and Reality of Apparitions 1417: He [...] seemd to laugh that she should first put such a Sham upon him, and then to tell such a formal Story to make it good. | ||
Peregrine Pickle (1964) 9: You Jack Hatchway, damn ye, what d’ye grin at? D’ye think I tell a story, because you never heard it before? | ||
Contrast I i: A mighty pretty story! | ||
Song Smith 122: But I know you’ll suppose some fine story I’m cooking. | ||
Vanity Fair II 290: Becky gave her brother-in-law a bottle of white wine, some that Rawdon had brought with him from France [...] the little story-teller said. | ||
Dict. of Modern Sl. etc. 103: STORY, a falsehood, — the soft synonym for a lie, allowed in family circles and boarding schools. | ||
Wild Boys of London I 86: ‘Don’t tell me any dreadful stories, or I shall not like you.’ ‘Will you like me if I tell the truth?’. | ||
Dead Men’s Shoes III 57: Mammie wouldn’t tell a story. | ||
Bulletin (Sydney) 7 Feb. 12/3: Angelina was gazing on to the whirling waltzers, when Edwin came up and hinted at the joy he would feel if she would only bestow upon him the pleasure of a dance. ‘I would,’ she replied, ‘with pleasure (which was a story), but that I can not do the new step.’. | ||
Rocket to the Moon II i: You know you tell stories, Cleo. | ||
Duke 128: That ain’t no story, is it? | ||
(con. 1948) Flee the Angry Strangers 46: Nobody tell a long story no more, okay? | ||
Lowlife (2001) 210: You’ve told your husband a story. | ||
Minder [TV script] 61: Listen, Charlie, this geezer’s got nothing to do with your brother. That was Johnny telling you stories. | ‘Dessert Song’||
The Weir 38: A bit of an old story, like. |
2. (W.I.) a row.
Negro Humour 78: ’Tory a pass hey b’y! [...] A row is in progress [...] ‘Story’ for row is very common. |
3. a liar.
My Secret Life (1966) V 981: ‘How often do you have a lady?’ ‘After each of my meals, — and twice in the night regularly,’ said I. ‘Oh, you story,’ said she. | ||
Maison De Shine 191: ‘Oh, you story!’ shrilled little Minnie. | ||
Some Showers 11: Oh, you story! You wicked story! |
4. (US) a fuss.
My Life and Loves in Greenwich Village (1961) 68: He’s making a story (a row, a fuss, a scene) about an overcoat he’s missing. |
5. (US campus) an afternoon television soap opera.
Campus Sl. Nov. 5: story – soap opera. | ||
It Ain’t All for Nothin 196: I put on the stories for him and we watched them together. | ||
Sl. and Sociability 57: Story refers to ‘an afternoon television soap opera’: ‘I don’t take afternoon classes – I can’t miss my stories’. |
6. (N.Z.) a term of acknowledgment or approval (sometimes the story).
Reed Dict. of N.Z. Sl. 201: story/the story Correct information acknowledged, sometimes commended, eg, ‘You’ve checked everything three times, Charlie, and that’s Jake. Story.’. |
7. (Irish) general term of address, i.e. ‘what’s the story?’.
Blood Miracles 46: ‘Story, Triona?’ ‘Usual craic. What are you up to?’. | ||
Rules of Revelation 228: Story, boy! Someone told me you were in fucking China! |
SE in slang uses
In compounds
(Aus.) a police spy, an informer.
Aus. Sl. Dict. 58: Pimp, a story teller; a spy for the police. |
In phrases
of a prostitute, to have sex with.
in Select Trials 1720–24 (1734) n.p.: Prisoner. He still followed me, and offered two Shillings, to do the Story with me [...] I told him I would never consent to any such thing. |
see separate entry.
In exclamations
(W.I.) a general excl. of dismissal or contempt, how absurd!
Dict. Carib. Eng. Usage. |
(N.Z.) a general excl. of encouragement.
Troop Target 45: ‘I take it we’re heading south?’ ‘That’s the story,’ admitted Rangi [DNZE]. | ||
Cousins 52: Jerry [...] called, ‘That’s the story, Ada. That’s the story, Morning Glory,’ as he’d swooped the trolley under the stack of paper she’d counted [DNZE]. |