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‘Big Ben’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 125: With a few in even Ben’s wife would have something to say. [Ibid.] ‘That Summer’ 149: So we got to the pub and we both had a good few in by closing time. [Ibid.] ‘That Summer’ 175: Even his missis came and had a few. ‘Big Ben’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 125: He’d got hit slap-bang by the slump. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 175: So that was a bit of real All Right. ‘That Summer’ Coll. Stories (1965) 163: Well, he said, I suppose a man’s got to rise and shine. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 172: I went off whistling and feeling life was good when a man had a cobber like Terry to kick around with. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 175: He was a tonk all right, just a real old auntie. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 154: One of those hard faces all covered with wrinkles like Aussies have. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 169: For the price of our half-handles we put away just about as much as we could hold. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 167: I’m on the beach myself, I said, but I can make it a deener. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 176: I could have grabbed him round the waist and chucked him in the air, I was that full of beans. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 148: I shouted him a bob dinner and I could tell by the way he ate he was in need of a binder. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 164: Hello Terry, he said, how’s things? A box of birds, Terry said. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 162: It was only a tray bit that I dropped. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 161: I didn’t know whether to blow in a bob on a talkie or not. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 153: The both of them talked politics and the cook sounded a good deal more bolshy than Mr Clegg was. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 3223: No rough house, he said. No, I said, because we don’t want any more cot cases. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 180: I only had a few odd bits of chicken feed left in my pocket. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 143: I had a good lot of chips saved up. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 161: I decided I wouldn’t cough up the sugar just then. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 149: They went crook when we spilt beer over their skirts. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 164: That’s why I’m on the street. That and not letting that bloody dee bulldoze me. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 167: I’m on the beach myself, I said, but I can make it a deener. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 155: You’ve got a hard dial, I said, but I bet you’ve got a kind heart. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 146: The way she yelled gave me the dingbats. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 177: It was a pretty good divvy. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 215: There’s nothing wrong with me except I feel a bit done-in. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 156: He had his girl with him. I didn’t feel like butting in but he called me over and gave me a knock-down. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 187: I knew they’d be turning round for an eyeful. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 163: I went to get an eyeful. ‘That Summer’ in Coll. Stories (1965) 209: I wouldn’t have minded flopping in the park with the weather so good.