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Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 270: It’s enough to freeze the ears orf a brass monkey!at cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey, phr.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 270: It’s enough to freeze the ears orf a brass monkey! Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 450: ’Oo should come fallin’ up the bloody stairs but ole Buncer, drunk as a howl!at drunk as a boiled owl, adj.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 19: Argufying about politics generally ends up with a bloody row.at argufy, v.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 113: Confound it! [...] I’ve got some of the beastly stuff on my coat sleeve.at beastly, adj.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 491: Not to mention such mental specialists as the holy reverend Belchers and Boshers.at belcher, n.3
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 154: If a man does ’is work and looks arter ’is ’ome and ’is young ’uns [...] I reckon ’e stands as much chance of getting into ’eaven – if there is sich a place – as some of these ’ere Bible-busters, whether ’e ever goes to church or chapel or not.at bible-buster (n.) under bible, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 45: These Bible-thumpers are all the same; no one ever knew one to be any good yet.at bible-thumper (n.) under bible, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 524: What’s to become of the King, and the Royal Family, and all the Big Pots?at big pot, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 190: It is a bit of a take-down for the bleeder, ain’t it, ’avin’ to play second fiddle.at bleeder, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 15: He was generally regarded as a sneak who carried tales to the foreman and the ‘Bloke’.at bloke, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 103: Between me an’ you an’ the gatepost, as the sayin’ is, I don’t think Mr. bloody Owen will be ’ere much longer.at bloody, adv.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 276: ‘True? No!’ said the man on the pail scornfully. ‘It’s all bogy.’.at bogus, adj.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 347: Crass always did the polishing of the coffins on these occasions, besides assisting to take the ‘box’ home when finished and to ‘lift in’ the corpse.at box, n.1
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 450: Why should we put up with a lot of old buck from the likes of ’im!at buck, n.4
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 157: ‘Oh, b----r the cause of poverty!’ said one of the new hands.at bugger, v.1
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 154: ‘I’m a Bush Baptist!’ he shouted [...] This confession of faith caused a fresh outburst of hilarity, because of course everyone knew what a Bush Baptist was.at bush baptist (n.) under bush, adj.1
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 336: She had a chance of earning a few shillings by doing a day’s charing for some lady.at char, v.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 173: Several of them spoke of ‘chucking up’ at once; but others were more prudent, for they knew that if they did leave there were dozens of others who would be eager to take their places.at chuck up, v.2
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 226: Anyone would agree to that much! It’s as clear as mud.at clear as mud (adj.) under clear, adj.1
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 606: It seems to me as if he’s gorn orf ’is bloody crumpet.at off one’s crumpet (adj.) under crumpet, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 199: ‘Same again,’ said Easton, addressing the Old Dear.at old dear, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 475: Chuck us over another dollop of that there white stuff, Bob.at dollop, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 236: If she appeared offended or ‘stuck up’, they suggested that she was cross-cut or that she had been eating vinegar with a fork.at eat vinegar with a fork (v.) under eat, v.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 284: ‘Oh, of course everybody’s an idjit except you,’ sneered Crass.at eejit, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 235: There were a number of ‘empties’ to be taken away and left at the yard.at empty, n.1
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 143: A fardensworth of everlasting stickjaw torfee.at farden, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 262: He served two ‘threes’ of gin instead of one.at finger, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 284: ‘Oh, of course everybody’s an idjit except you,’ sneered Crass, who was beginning to feel rather fogged.at fogged, adj.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 491: Has anyone seen a Germin band, Germin Band, Germin Band? [...] I want my Fritz, / What plays tiddley bits / On the big trombone!at Fritz, n.
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (1955) 450: I never stands no cheek from no gaffers! If a guv’nor says two bloody words to me, I downs me tools.at gaffer, n.2
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