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Belfast 112: It’s the only way we’re going to get a bit of stuff.at bit of stuff, n.
Belfast 112: It’s the only way we’re going to get a bit of stuff. Belfast 44: What I’m thinking of doing right now [...] is to blatter away at the old Olivetti.at blatter, v.
Belfast 28: There must have been somebody earywigging [sic].at earwig, v.1
Belfast 28: There must have been somebody earywigging [sic].at earwigging, n.
Belfast 40: What kind of loser are you at the gallopers?at galloper, n.
Belfast 92: I confess to thumping Artie Hughes on the gub.at gob, n.1
Belfast 19: ‘Gorblimey,’ he said.at gorblimey!, excl.
(con. 1930s) Belfast 113: ‘I want to link blushy face here,’ and with that she took hold of my arm.at link it, v.
Belfast 6: Six pints of Double in the 1930s, and you were liable to jap your brains out against a lamp post on the way home.at jap, v.
Belfast 6: My job’s to keep the cutomers supplied with lunatic broth.at lunatic soup, n.
Belfast 146: The cops knew him as harmless: just too fond of the electric soup.at lunatic soup, n.
Belfast 110: A couple of fellows [...] would call something like ‘Does your Ma know yer out?’.at does your mother know you’re out? under mother, n.
Belfast 111: Two numbers came sallymandering along [...] bold and pretty.at number, n.
Belfast 25: He planked the pints in front of him.at plank, v.
Belfast 151: He’d been to the Maze racing to do clerking for a small-time bookie [...] They ended up skinned.at skinned, adj.
Belfast 111: This skirt was a smasher.at skirt, n.
Belfast 111: This skirt was a smasher.at smasher, n.2
Belfast 44: In the inky darkness of outer space a warhead [...] hurtles it at two squillion miles an hour.at squillion, n.
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