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Glorious Heresies 35: ‘[T]here’s a difference between a smoke and the class As, Georgie’.at class A, n.
Glorious Heresies 35: ‘[T]here’s a difference between a smoke and the class As, Georgie’. Glorious Heresies 65: [S]ome piss-weak anecdote he couldn’t give two shits for.at not give a shit, v.
Glorious Heresies 299: Georgie turned a trick with a bloke who dropped her at the wrong end of the city centre.at turn a trick, v.2
Glorious Heresies 22: Fuck all else to do.at fuck all, n.
Glorious Heresies 59: ‘I’m all kinds of fucked up and you haven’t noticed yet’.at all kinds of, adv.
Glorious Heresies 22: Fuck all else to do.at fuck (all) else (n.) under fuck-all, adj.
Glorious Heresies 80: [W]e went for weekends away and told the Mary-Anns in the B&Bs that we were Mr and Mrs Looney and only married a year.at mary ann, n.1
Glorious Heresies 13: [I]t was appropriate carry-on for the block he was chipped from, but it didn’t make it any less of an arseache.at arseache (n.) under arse, n.
Glorious Heresies 101: [T]wo months of Christian healing in the arse end of nowhere.at arse-end, n.
Glorious Heresies 70: Ryan’s fingers [...] closed around the baggie in his pocket.at baggie, n.
Glorious Heresies 36: ‘[W]here I can find a dealer who’s not up to his bollocks in the same swamp I was just fucked out of?’.at ballocks, n.
Glorious Heresies 106: ‘It’s [i.e. a piece of music] awful,’ he said. ‘Lazy, simple bollocks’.at ballocks, n.
Glorious Heresies 49: ‘Dirty little bollocks,’ she said.at ballocks, n.
Glorious Heresies 137: ‘[B]alls to your prayer meetings,’ said the woman.at balls to...! (excl.) under balls!, excl.
Glorious Heresies 122: Joseph is on Paul Street, busking. That lad has balls, like.at balls, n.
Glorious Heresies 330: ‘In prison [...] You weren’t there and I needed you. I couldn’t trust you not to get banged up’.at banged up, adj.2
Glorious Heresies 261: ‘The country’s banjaxed, sure she’s as well off out of it’.at banjaxed (adj.) under banjax, v.
Glorious Heresies 293: How they had managed to barney away the sweet evenings of the dying summer he didn’t know. It felt like they’d been fighting forever.at barney, v.
Glorious Heresies 306: ‘You think you can burn buildings and kill gawky bayturs with impunity?’.at baytur, n.
Glorious Heresies 14: ‘What the fuck did you do to him?’ [...] ‘Belted him,’ she said. ‘With the Holy Stone’.at belt, v.
Glorious Heresies 77: ‘Aw stop, aren’t you the fucking berries?’.at berries, the, n.1
Glorious Heresies 51: The idea of every biddy in the estate rubbernecking dismayed him.at biddy, n.2
Glorious Heresies 13: The bint had only gone and killed someone.at bint, n.
Glorious Heresies 297: ‘[Y]ou’re just a scrapheap bit, and no one’s going to believe you’.at bit, n.1
Glorious Heresies 38: ‘I got this number from a friend of yours. I’m looking for a bit; can you help?’.at bit, n.1
Glorious Heresies 164: On the behest of that crazy bitch Duane you’re coming to my home.at bitch, n.1
Glorious Heresies 153: ‘He trusts me not to blab’.at blab, v.
Glorious Heresies 65: [T]he fact that he’d been smoking earlier on made him especially susceptible to being blasted.at blasted, adj.2
Glorious Heresies 120: ‘Like drying you out would make a blind bit of difference’.at blind, adj.2
Glorious Heresies 223: The hoover was on the blink.at on the blink (adj.) under blink, n.1
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