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Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 117: You ’ave to shed blood in a revolution, an’ a few odd lives more or less don’t matter — not a single damn.at not matter a damn, v.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 117: You ’ave to shed blood in a revolution, an’ a few odd lives more or less don’t matter — not a single damn. Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 34: ‘Straight,’ said Billy, ‘I’ll sport ye one . . . No kid, I will.’ ‘Garn,’ said Lizerunt once more. ‘Wot ye gittin’ at now?’.at get at, v.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 43: On’y to put me away decent, Billy, that’s all. We never know, an’ you’ll be glad of it t’elp bury me if I should go any time.at put away, v.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 49: All East London idled, or walked in a procession, or waylaid and bashed.at bash, v.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 93: Just before ‘e sent ye down, ye dropped a ‘ot ‘un on ‘is beak.at beak, n.2
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 29: He wore a billycock with a thin brim and a permanent dent in the crown.at billycock, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 55: An’ Skulky . . . blimy . . . ’e’s done me too!at blimey!, excl.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 60: Blowses in feathered bonnets bawled hilarious obscenity at the jiggers.at blowse, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 43: Savin’ it for a good ol’ booze. An’ now you won’t ’ave one.at booze, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 116: ’Ere’s two ’arf-crowns an’ some tanners. Seven an’ thrippence altogether, with the browns.at brown, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 93: The old bruiser rubbed vigorously at his arms.at bruiser, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 147: The fallen joker found himself awkwardly confronted by the shop bruiser.at bruiser, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 151: It is true that this last did sometimes involve unpleasant exertion when the window was high and the boy heavy to bunk up.at bunk up, v.1
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 137: Now come the Rights o’ Labour caper.at caper, n.2
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 35: Sam Cardew, with his bandages and his grunts and groans, was no great catch after all.at catch, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 153: Why did other gonophs get lucky touches for half a century of quids at a time.at half-century (n.) under century, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 21: The night-watchmen — a sort of by-blow of the ancient ‘Charley,’ and himself a fast vanishing quantity — is the real professional.at charlie, n.1
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 109: Everybody can make wot arrangements with ’is feller-men ’e likes for to carry on the business of life, but nothink can’t bind you. You chuck over the arrangement if it suits best.at chuck over (v.) under chuck, v.2
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 150: Scuddy went regularly into business as a lob-crawler: that is to say, he returned to his first love, the till [...] to be approached in unattended shops by stealthy grovelling on the belly.at lob-crawler, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 152: Failing the more desirable wedge, one might claim a pair or two of daisies put out for cleaning.at daisy roots, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 117: You ’ave to shed blood in a revolution, an’ a few odd lives more or less don’t matter — not a single damn.at damn, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 71: An’ my davy, what a jore!at davy, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 71: Ol’ Bob Ford dead an’ done for—gawn down in the Mooltan. On’y I ain’t done for, see?at done for, adj.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 151: The case was met with three months with hard labour, and for all that Scuddy Lond had so clearly pointed out the sole culpability of Drink, he had to do the drag himself.at drag, n.1
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 36: His mother, influenced by that unwonted quartern of gin the occasion sanctioned, wept dismally over her boy, who was much too far gone to resent it.at far gone, adj.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 139: They couldn’t ’ave me, not for a single farden—not a farden, try an’ fiddle as they would.at fiddle, v.2
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 134: The perpetual possession of Bill Napper by a varying degree of fuddlement.at fuddle, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 133: ‘What’s the meaning o’ this, Walker?’ he said. ‘What game d’ye call it?’.at game, n.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 30: ‘Garn,’ said Lizerunt, greatly pleased: ‘le’ go!’.at go on!, excl.
Tales of Mean Streets (1983) 153: Why did other gonophs get lucky touches for half a century of quids at a time.at gonnof, n.
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