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(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] Still I hear again matelots in Opportune talking of sane things, like [...] the last job they had where everyone nicked the akkers out of the till when the guv’nor wasn’t watching.at acker, n.1
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] Still I hear again matelots in Opportune talking of sane things, like [...] the last job they had where everyone nicked the akkers out of the till when the guv’nor wasn’t watching. (con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] Well, one thing after another, and I clews up living at his place until his fucking skin came down and chucked me out of his gaff, and I got nicked.at skin-and-blister, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] I’d had a knee trembler with a bird outside the Heffelent and got a nap hand ... and I went adrift ‘cos I didn’t want to be in the rattle for the next bleeding ten years.at rattle and clank, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] This is my story / This is my song / Been in the Andrew / Too fucking long.at andrew, n.2
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] Men who were reporting from their second or third sinking in the past eighteen months were [...] made to stand silently in line, forbidden to smoke by a big notice in six-inch letters on the yellow-painted wall, while split-ass mechanics [...] puffed away at their Black Cat corked tips and re-touched their lipstick.at split-arse mechanic, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] We had several Irish matelots from the Republic on board, and although their proudest boast was of how easy it would be for them to have it away on their toes across the border, none of them ever did desert.at have it away, v.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] The only time that it was possible to feel what civilians call ‘comfort’ was[...] when a few of the matelots went ashore, if they had any money, or if there was a baron in line to be strangled.at baron, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] Yes, they’ve got boys’ messes in the cruisers all right, and in the battlewagons, too, and they go through the hoop, I can tell you.at battle wagon (n.) under battle, n.
(con. WWII) Heart of Oak [ebook] I turned fast and got both fists into his face. While he staggered, I put the boot in [...] I was going to give him the Gorgie Biscuit when a gang of locals grabbed me and calmed me down.at Gorgie biscuit, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] Get some of these new-fangled nylon stockings, I will [...] If I don’t get a bit of the other for them, my prick’s a bloater!at my prick’s a bloater under bloater, n.
(con. WWII) Heart of Oak 215: We called it [i.e. a pub] the ‘Blood Bucket’ because the outside walls of brick were painted bright scarlet, supposedly to hide bloodstains from the frequent fights.at blood bucket (n.) under blood, n.1
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] The next place we called at was Aden, / The girls wouldn’t fuck but we made ’em; / Ten dollars I’d pay for a blowthrough each way [etc.].at blow-through, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] There I was to learn [...] doctor’s chum, and keep my bobstay and shit-kickers clean [etc.].at bobstay, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] Shit in it, you bloody Bolshie.at bolshie, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] I was skint, not a bloody penny to my name, and this here hatter— a real toff he was— comes up and pushes the boat out for a few jars.at brown-hatter, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] I remember one young man, tall and thin, on a Norwegian tanker [...] He was blond, and wore an incipient beard such as young men do. Prof named him ‘Skywegian Bumfluff’.at bum-fluff, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] It was amazing how very often the rumours — ‘buzzes’, which flew around the lower deck somehow instantaneously— were such highly accurate synopses of what the situation was within the higher echelons of command [...] Buzzes seemed to generate on their own, like busy fruitflies in a ripe melon.at buzz, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] There I was to learn [...] cackleberries and kye, bangers and Spithead pheasant, underground pheasant and doctor’s chum, and keep my bobstay and shit-kickers clean [etc.].at cackleberry (n.) under cackle, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook]
There I was to hear tales [of] life among the camel-bashers.at camel-basher (n.) under camel, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] The waters off Newfoundland, where the Canucks took and handed over the escort.at Canuck, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] I was dressed in a too-big sea-jersey knitted by my mother [...] a striped Welsh linen shirt, a cheese-cutter cap and shiny black moleskin trousers.at cheese-cutter (n.) under cheese, n.1
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] Christ, they must be bloody chokka — [...] They must be pissed off being up here with the real bloody war, eh?’.at chokka, adj.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] The further north from London we found ourselves, the better the welcome, the more friendly the civvies, the more loving the girls.at civvie, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] Now I knew what Tansy and Bert meant when they described somebody who worked shoddily or slowly as ‘a blinking soldier’ or as ‘coming the old soldier’.at come the old soldier (v.) under come the..., v.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] You get yourself over to the Chief Crusher’s Office [Police Office] as fast as you bloody can.at crusher, n.1
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] The civvy NAAFI manger, the ‘damager’ as we called him.at damager, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] Dhoby, dhoby, never go ashore, / Finish up at the sick-bay door.at dhobi, v.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] ‘So there I was,’ a two -badge AB recounted from his pit, ‘on the fucking trot up the Dilly, back in ‘36.at Dilly, the, n.
(con. WW2) Heart of Oak [ebook] There I was to learn all about ‘Hawsepipe Harry ’ and the golden rivet, and muff-diving and how the snotties were mostly all prats, and how to strangle a baron.at muff-diving, n.
(con. WWII) Heart of Oak [ebook] You’re so doggo I’d rather show the golden rivet to a rattle-snake.at doggo, adj.
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