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(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 260: We’d been fart-arsing around.at fart-arse, v.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 260: We’d been fart-arsing around. (con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 257: Yep, all in. All tickety-boo.at tickety-boo, adj.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 366: He buttered her up till he had her eating out of his hand.at butter up (v.) under butter, v.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 260: They bought it – all except me. I’d gone for a walk.at buy it (v.) under buy, v.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 237: Bloody circus here since that new chap took over.at circus, n.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 307: The doctor, looking out, appeared to see the graves for the first time. ‘Rum go,’ he said.at go, n.1
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 214: Poor blighter’s taking it hard. eh?at take it hard (v.) under hard, adv.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 286: Oh, Dobbie, I’ve got such a head. I don’t think I can go in this morning.at head, n.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 252: They say he’s a holy Joe. Thinks he’s got a direct line to God.at holy Joe, n.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 280: We’ve given it a shake but the damned thing’s kaput.at kaput, adj.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 355: Seeing that a Cambridge professor was to talk on Eng. Lit., I thought, ‘This will be quite like old times’.at lit, n.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 227: To get into Mortimer’s outfit you have to be a lizzie or a drunk or an Irish-woman.at lizzie, n.2
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 270: Every gun had fired on the instant. Donaldson giggled: ‘Enough to make you wet your pants. What’ve they got out there, for God’s sake.’.at wet one’s pants (v.) under pants, n.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 366: He had been telling the women that in his opinion the ‘Alamein business’ had been a ‘put up job’.at put-up job (n.) under put-up, adj.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 224: We used to call him Queenie. Had a queer way of sitting, Cookson had.at queenie, n.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 337: You know you can trust Guy. He’s not the sort to go off the rails.at off the rails under rail, n.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 323: Pamela and I always knew we would marry. It’s the real thing.at real thing, the, n.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 264: To think she would take up with a shocker like Castlebar!at shocker, n.
(con. 1940s) Battle Lost and Won 251: You handed in five days, sir? Back to the grind for sweet damn all?at sweet damn-all (n.) under sweet, adj.1
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