1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 40: Pickle me bloody agates, eh. Never thought I’d see the day.at agates, n.
1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 80: This little hori’s damned hungry [...] I could scoff a real binder, just quietly!at binder, n.1
1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 85: Why bust a cap when you can do it a cheaper way?at bust a cap (v.) under cap, n.2
1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 83: ‘Musta been a pudgy individual.’ ‘Naw, skinnier ’n a gum digger’s dog, eh?’ [Ibid.] 121: Hunter’s crazy as a gum digger’s dog.at gumdigger’s dog, n.
1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 82: Pickle me bloody agates, would you believe it? The bullet has caught the old boy clean in the family jewels.at family jewels, n.
1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 82: ‘Here, wrap your laughin’ gear round that lot,’ Crump said, handing me a heaped plateful.at laughing gear (n.) under laughing, adj.
1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 53: ‘How do you ever shoot one then?’ ‘I stopped and looked for the little bugger [...] and upped with me muck-stick and waited [...] Bang! I nailed him right between the eyes.’.at muckstick (n.) under muck, n.1
1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 40: Pickle me bloody agates, eh. Never thought I’d see the day.at pickle me bloody agates! (excl.) under pickle, v.
1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 48: Hunter slopes off to some other camp and leaves the tucker to go pongy.at pongy, adj.
1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 135: ‘My heart bleeds for Mr Hammond.’ ‘Heard about your rhubarb with him.’.at rhubarb, n.1
1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 57: ‘Right in his own sleeping bag?’ ‘Right in his own scratcher.’.at scratcher, n.
1964 R. Helmer Stag Party 145: The average working stiff has only a hour to an hour and a half to quench his thirst.at working stiff, n.