1999 K. Sampson Powder 86: Chance would be a fine thing. I can’t get near them for trollops and drug dealers and yes-people.at chance would be a fine thing, phr.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 347: You’re a fucking liability! You’re don’t give a fucking shit!at not give a shit, v.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 368: Quietly, Pat had let himself into James and Keva’s suite, hoping he hadn’t missed all the action.at action, n.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 98: He’d handed her the pistol and a spare round of ammo for good measure.at ammo, n.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 419: NME had ducked it. They’d bottled it.at bottle (it) (v.) under bottle (and glass), n.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 57: This time she was animated like he’d never seen her before. She was an animal.at animal, n.1
1999 K. Sampson Powder 7: So Sensira did a couple of farting little one-off gigs with the Grams, kissed their arses and humped their gear.at kiss someone’s arse, v.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 73: Keva and James got themselves a floor in the sprawling Ivanhoe Road manse in arty Sefton Park.at arty, adj.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 366: If you have got one single piece of ass in there, your fuckin ass is toast!at ass, n.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 112: All men were assholes and Englishmen were flat-assed pricks with extra fries.at -assed, sfx
1999 K. Sampson Powder 331: We can get you guys some help and walk those babies right on out of here.at baby, n.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 484: Fucken ball-breaking is about right, lar. Breaking rocks while Massa McCluskey cracks the whip.at ball-breaking, adj.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 141: Each ballsy gig in Haverfordwest or Skye, was bringing them closer to their calling.at ballsy (adj.) under balls, n.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 437: He had that superciliousness – the sort a backstreet car mechanic uses to bamboozle unwitting customers.at bamboozle, v.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 132: ‘We ain’t had a banker like Helmet in years ...’ ‘Merchant Banker, yeah!’.at merchant banker, n.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 132: Stick him on the cover and you’ll sell out. [...] We ain’t had a banker like Helmet in years.at banker, n.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 56: ‘Fifteen quid.’ ‘Oh. I thought you said ...’ ‘Aye. But bareback’s fifteen.’.at bareback, n.
1999 K. Sampson Powder 255: Launching a desperate charge on security, some managing to barge their way through and sending a knock-on cascading through to the front.at barge (in) (v.) under barge, n.1
1999 K. Sampson Powder 46: Labels liked to work with big, stroppy managers who’d bawl them out and bully them.at bawl out, v.1
1999 K. Sampson Powder 42: I intend to repay nothing for a year. Not a bean.at not a bean (n.) under bean, n.1
1999 K. Sampson Powder 156: turn that fucking beauty up! fuck me! what does that sound like? is that a fucking epic or what?at beauty, n.1
1999 K. Sampson Powder 50: Most bands start to wonder why they’re still living in a bedsit.at bed-sit, n.