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Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 130: One has only to look round and see what plums have gone to men with nothing more glorious to their names than the shooting of a Tommy on a dark night.at Tommy Atkins, n.
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 130: One has only to look round and see what plums have gone to men with nothing more glorious to their names than the shooting of a Tommy on a dark night. Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 16: The Irish may sometimes say Bejabbers and Bejasus and Begob but they do not say Begorrah.at bejabers!, excl.
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 16: The Irish may sometimes say Bejabbers and Bejasus and Begob but they do not say Begorrah.at bejazus!, excl.
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 74: ‘Blighters are shy,’ said Tabs. ‘The fishing has gone to pot,’ said Guffy.at blighter, n.
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 40: Imagination boggled and shied at the thought of what the ladies would say.at boggle, v.
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 54: A fat and truculent John Bull prevented him.at John Bull, n.1
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 112: The pity is that they are divided into five groups, Church of Ireland, Methodists, Baptists, Plymouth Brethren, and Cooneyites, or Dippers.at dipper, n.1
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 97: What’s the time? Sacred Heart! She’ll eat me!at eat, v.
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 79: Ah, g’wan out of that, Missus!at go on!, excl.
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 31: You may be mooching along, intending no harm to a soul.at mooch, v.
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 61: An altercation followed, with the I.R.A. man abusing the female Mass Observer for just these wrongs which, from the height of her parlour pinkery, she was so freely deploring.at parlor pink (n.) under parlor, n.
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 150: I’m a queer old hawk, am I not?at queer hawk (n.) under queer, adj.
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 109: We went into a tiny snug the size of a horse-box with a wooden bench running round the wooden walls.at snug, n.
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 73: In whole villages hardly a tap of work would be done till the magic fortnight was over.at tap, n.1
Mind You, I’ve Said Nothing (1961) 55: When all the breast-beating and tub-thumping are over [...] the Irish very coldly and shrewdly do whatever seems wise and convenient.at tub-thumping, n.
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