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Buddha of Suburbia 11: ‘Don’t you just love Bach?’ ‘It’s not really my bag.’.at bag, n.2
Buddha of Suburbia 11: ‘Don’t you just love Bach?’ ‘It’s not really my bag.’. Buddha of Suburbia 40: We don’t want you blackies coming to this house.at blackie (n.) under black, adj.
Buddha of Suburbia 14: I have to go to the bog!at bog, n.1
Buddha of Suburbia 18: My God, you’re a bloody pure shitter! A bum-banger! My own son – how did it transpire?at bum-banger (n.) under bum, n.1
Buddha of Suburbia 9: ‘Whats going down?’ we said to each other.at what’s going down? under go down, v.
Buddha of Suburbia 8: I don’t know anything. I’m going to be a fuck-up.at fuck-up, n.
Buddha of Suburbia 13: ‘Jesus fucking Christ!’ I whispered.at fucking, adj.
Buddha of Suburbia 9: Groove it up slowly.at groove, v.
Buddha of Suburbia 8: The little groovers talked esoterically of Syd Barrett.at groover, n.
Buddha of Suburbia 17: You naughty boys [...] Smoking home-grown.at homegrown, n.
Buddha of Suburbia 24: London, the Old Kent Road [...] It was wet and foggy; people called you ‘Sunny Jim’.at Sunny Jim, n.
Buddha of Suburbia 18: My God, you’re a bloody pure shitter! A bum-banger! My own son – how did it transpire?at shitter, n.2
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