2006 E. St Aubyn Mothers Milk 11: I’ve changed His Majesty’s nappy so he’ll have a nice dry botty.at bottie, n.
2006 E. St Aubyn Mothers Milk 260: Not enjoying life as much as she used to. Can’t even watch the goggle box. Eyes gone.at goggle box, n.
2006 E. St Aubyn Mothers Milk 91: The bruiser’s mother came over. ‘I’m sorry about that,’ she said. ‘Eliot is so competitive.’.at bruiser, n.
2006 E. St Aubyn Mothers Milk 122: The captain of the First XI is now a crack-head.at crack head (n.) under crack, n.7
2006 E. St Aubyn Mothers Milk 50: They’re absolutely gobsmacked – they’re loving parents.at gobsmacked, adj.
2006 E. St Aubyn Mothers Milk 63: ‘And this was the killer,’ said his father — ‘He knows that if we can’t afford it, I’ll divorce him.’ ‘She’s un-fucking-believable.’.at killer, n.
2006 E. St Aubyn Mothers Milk 48: Jilly’s poolside, catching some rays.at catch (some) rays (v.) under rays, n.
2006 E. St Aubyn Mothers Milk 59: A man in an apron was standing beside the lunch table. ‘Gaston, you’re spoiling us rotten,’ said Jilly reproachfully.at rotten, adv.
2006 E. St Aubyn Mothers Milk 229: Two pot-bellied policemen training an Alsatian to tear apart any sick fucks who thought to disturb the peace.at sick, adj.1
2006 E. St Aubyn Mothers Milk 40: This is incredible, it’s like tripping without the drugs.at tripping, n.