1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 286: He’s not all there: there’s a part missing.at not all there, adj.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 47: A fine looking lad, the Tommy Atkins of me heart.at Tommy Atkins, n.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 157: It’s all private self-indulgence, back-yard calumny.at backyard, adj.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 343: They were two old fools to be sitting there weeping over him, like village biddies themselves.at biddy, n.2
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 125: Why were blistering blasted bourgeois buggers admitted to such congresses at all [...] when their only object was to manhunt?at blistering, adj.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 127: It sticks in me craw to think she could have made such a booby out of you.at booby, n.1
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 73: He’s not much of a catch. He’s going bald and [...] he’s got bad feet too.at catch, n.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 233: I took a week off just to sleep after the last few nights in Lamb Street with you chewing my ear off.at chew someone’s ear, v.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 234: Don’t stay up all night every night chewing the rag.at chew the rag, v.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 183: They’ve turned into chuckle-headed gossips.at chuckleheaded, adj.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 328: Nellie always was an exhibitionist: there’s nothing she won’t do to be cock o’ the walk.at cock of the walk (n.) under cock, n.3
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 189: Aye and once I stole from Mother’s purse. You remember? And you gave me a curtain lecture.at curtain lecture (n.) under curtain, n.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 283: He’s the darndest flirt I ever met. The playboy of the Western World.at darnedest (adj.) under darned, adj.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 11: You see? A dick [...] He’s all patches, a makeshift. I said, Now what act is that? And trying to get intimate with the maid.at dick, n.1
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 210: I would never have credited that there was a lot of yougsters getting boozed up, or smoking doped cigarettes.at doped, adj.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 59: With her nose in the air and her rowdy-dowdy ways.at rowdy-dowdy, adj.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 287: She cackled, ‘Eh, eh, I made you stop the sweet drool.’.at drool, n.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 227: He said he never read poetry as a boy, he thought it eyewash.at eyewash (n.) under eye, n.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 152: No wonder the thought of death attracts him. It’s a comfort when life has betrayed you. There’s an end to the shame and flapdoodle!at flapdoodle, n.2
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 76: Someone opened the front door. ‘Holy Mackerel, what time is it? Is that Nellie?’.at holy mackerel!, excl.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 226: I think I cut a dash in Fleet Street; but perhaps they’re just tolerating a Johnny Raw.at Johnny Raw, n.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 92: Oh, lord lovaduck, it’s Tom.at lord love-a-duck! (excl.) under lord love...!, excl.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 66: Sit down, Mother, for the love of Mike: it’s enough to drive a body from home.at for the love of Mike! (excl.) under love, n.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 146: And now he’s gone, strike me pink, if she isn’t more like him than before.at strike me pink! (excl.) under strike me...!, excl.
1966 C. Stead Cotters’ England (1980) 183: It’s just monkey tricks and mumming with you from end to end.at monkey tricks, n.