2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 1: They’d have to belt something easy out like Anarchy in the UK.at belt out (v.) under belt, v.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 14: Their mammies had turned them into mickey dazzlers telling them the sun, moon and stars shone out of their heads.at bobby-dazzler, n.1
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 15: Ducking into Tighe’s [...] and drinking five bottles of Harp. She was buckled by half two.at buckled, adj.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 5: You can’t ever go off half-cocked, half-medicated into unchartered waters, you’ll be eaten alive.at go off half-cocked (v.) under half-cocked, adj.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 13: He was trying to persuade the Bangers to crank up and do a few songs.at crank, v.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 8: And I hadn’t even started working yet, you know? Well, what the fuck.at what the fuck!, excl.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 1: Drinking cider and playing Billy Idol on his ghettoblaster.at ghetto blaster (n.) under ghetto, adj.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 13: There was another fight brewing in the front garden between the local hardchaws and a load of crusties.at hard chaw (n.) under hard, adj.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 1: And your man was in the back room with Davy jamming.at your man, n.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 10: There was no point in buying stuff for a bunch of mentlers who were going to come and just basically drink you out of house and home.at mentler, n.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 1: Some spiky-haired crusty who you could see was from Dublin 4 or somewhere putting on a bit of an accent.at put on, v.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 5: O’Hagan’s wife has a big reddener and she’s got her napkin practically up to her neck.at reddener, n.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 1: They went up to the boxroom and had a spliff and all of a sudden they got stuck into each other, having a sneaky ride.at ride, n.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 15: Poor Mary had to hit the sack around seven o’clock.at hit the sack (v.) under sack, n.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 6: Liz was basically a smasher in many ways. Always laughing. Always in good form.at smasher, n.2
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 6: She cooked the dinner and packed in the job and I earned the spons.at spon, n.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 7: His name was Declan. Into that whole suede jacket, jeans and boots vibe.at vibe, n.1
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 8: Sitting on the toilet [...] Rocking back and forth. Staring into the fact that I’d blown it. Blown it all to hell up the wazoo.at up the wazoo under wazoo, n.
2001 C. McPherson Port Authority 5: A little blondie yoke with no straps on her dress and her tits held up with wire opens the door.at yoke, n.1