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The Secret World of the Irish Male choose

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[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 137: She wrote me regular letters which always began with the wry words ‘Dear Arse-Bollocks’.
at arse-bollocks (n.) under arse, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 85: I was happy as a pig in shite.
at ...a pig in shit under happy as..., adj.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 57: Keith shimmied up and down the stage, undulating his ball-alley of a backside.
at backside, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 45: Went to Margate with the ball and chain.
at ball and chain (n.) under ball, n.1
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 20: You scum-sucking sweaty-buttocked foul breathed bandy-legged ballocks.
at ballocks, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 228: ‘You breakin’ this guy’s balls here?’ he murmurs.
at break someone’s balls (v.) under balls, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 39: Prince Charles is barking anyway. He is quite simply several Chevrolets short of a funeral.
at barking, adj.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 208: Sweating like a sow in a sauna, and then going into a shop or bar where the air-conditioning would freeze the bejapers off a brass monkey.
at bejabers, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 204: ‘Aw, blow me backwards,’ he groans.
at blow me down!, excl.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 43: I had spent every last bob on purchasing a large gin and tonic.
at bob, n.3
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 591: ‘No,’ says the bro.
at bro, n.1
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 83: Them buckos look after their own.
at bucko, n.1
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 57: His monstrous pink buttocks were being forced upwards and were protruding above his waistline like tumescent pillows (‘The Dagenham smile’ this phenomenon is called on London building sites).
at builder’s bum, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 90: ‘Lent is not forty days,’ he said. ‘Get out your fake filofax and count them up, Burger-Head.’ So I did. And he was correct!
at burger-head (n.) under burger, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 82: I might have a bit of a nixer for you, OK, me auld chiner.
at old china (n.) under china (plate), n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 85: The Old Days When Chizzellers Had To Make Their Own Fun.
at chiseller, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 108: Give the ciggies the elbow.
at ciggie, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 214: ‘Send him [Mexican football player] home to Dagoland in a coffin,’ suggests the Liverpool man.
at dagoland (n.) under dago, adj.1
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 1956: Don’t be such a bleedin’ daisy.
at daisy, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 137: The man was clearly a drooling troglodyte [...] he really wanted to insult me, for some reason, this dribblingly delerious little Donegal dickhead.
at dickhead, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 202: The Australians are already on the beer. One of them is singing ‘Pommie dingbats stuck at home, doo-dah, doodah’.
at dingbat, n.7
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 107: You sad druggy loser, you then smoke the filter!
at druggy, adj.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 222: ‘Ah don’t be such a dry shite,’ he says.
at dry shite (n.) under dry, adj.1
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 58: ‘You want an E?’ [...] ‘An ecstasy?’ he explained.
at E, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 38: He once referred to the Japanese as ‘slant-eyes’.
at slant-eye, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 74: I was half-plastered at three a.m. in some subterranean fleshpot.
at fleshpot (n.) under flesh, n.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 237: Your man roars again, ‘we’ll wipe the bleedin floor with yez.’.
at wipe the floor (with), v.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 74: I [...] was gagging for another bottle of Moroccan Beaujolais.
at gagging for, phr.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 245: You think ‘feck this anyway for a phoney game of cowboys’.
at fuck that/this for a game of soldiers! (excl.) under fuck, v.
[Ire] J. O’Connor Secret World of the Irish Male (1995) 58: ‘Farking maad,’ he grinned. ‘Maad fat funking bawstidd, innee?’ [Ibid.] 94: You wonna see wot vem farking Arabs ’ave in their cases, mate.
at fucking, adj.
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