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Crumple Zone 128: I thought Dennie was black [...] Not like some jungle affie, but, you know, like he had a bit of nig in him, a dose of coon.at affie, n.2
Crumple Zone 128: I thought Dennie was black [...] Not like some jungle affie, but, you know, like he had a bit of nig in him, a dose of coon. Crumple Zone 152: Marcus says that when you’ve been taken down a peg or two [...] you come to understand that, after all, as a guy, you ain’t all that.at all that, adj.
Crumple Zone 166: You never surfed no roof an’ you know it. Cos you bottle it everytime.at bottle (it) (v.) under bottle (and glass), n.
Crumple Zone 105: What an ape. Eyeing you up. I think you’re in there.at ape, n.
Crumple Zone 216: Marcus with the bat under his shirt, me with the bala in my pocket.at bala, n.2
Crumple Zone 17: Check out the batty.at batty, n.2
Crumple Zone 115: Not exactly a ragga dancehall queen’s batty riders ok, but short shorts, short killer shorts nevertheless, that she’s pulled like right to the crack.at batty rider (n.) under batty, n.2
Crumple Zone 138: Fergal [...] straih’ off’s bellin’ up Georgio who’s s’posed to be sortin ’out this same stupid bitch’s brother.at bell, v.
Crumple Zone 182: Are we robbin’ gaffs up Chorleywood? Or just visting your auntie? — Jus’ visitin’ as it goes. You fink Ah’m gonna take you wiv me on a bender.at bender, n.3
Crumple Zone 140: So he’s smart. So he’s fast. Big-timer innit.at big-timer (n.) under big time, n.1
Crumple Zone 74: Tea an’ biccies another time.at bikkie, n.
Crumple Zone 207: I’m just a bit blittered.at blittered, adj.
Crumple Zone 168: You’re dissin my blood.at blood, n.2
Crumple Zone 140: Bloodclaat Fergal he don’t care, he just want the take an’ no closedown.at bloodclaat, adj.
Crumple Zone 73: —Ah don’t expect a blow. — Glad to hear it darling.at blow job, n.1
Crumple Zone 161: The Flying Four go bombin’ down by the tracks but they go bunnin’ up by the canal.at bomb, v.1
Crumple Zone 61: Food, disco, bit of a boogie.at boogie, n.4
Crumple Zone 13: The first time he got arrested, rousted one rainy dawn on Moss Side with a roomful of bootlegs.at bootleg, n.
Crumple Zone 43: Boozy sleep smell from Ootie’s still clothed body.at boozy, adj.
Crumple Zone 3: Check Miss Thing boppin’ down the street.at bop, v.
Crumple Zone 129: I find out Jewboy is cutting my fuckin’ gear about the same time I find out Jewboy is a Jewboy.at Jew boy, n.
Crumple Zone 73: Could murder a brew [...] lovely cup tea.at brew, n.
Crumple Zone 127: I see Dennie: everyone’s friend, buddy buddy with Fergal.at buddy-buddy, adj.
Crumple Zone 140: Fergal he’s orderin’ me to shift the guy outside [...] shift the body before the bulls show.at bull, n.5
Crumple Zone 15: Yuppie balconies on the opposite bank laden with Ikea bullshit.at bullshit, n.
Crumple Zone 3: Burton pulls on his bumfluff whiskers.at bum-fluff, n.
Crumple Zone 61: He’ll give me some cheery old bumble [...] about how life is.at bumble, n.2
Crumple Zone 60: — Bunning, Ridgecroft? That’s a new one on me . . . — Gonna cane some skunk, sir. To celebrate, y’na mean.at burn, v.
Crumple Zone 157: I’m thinking about Ridge who keeps crossing railway lines to get to the place, to tag the special place, ready to bush the train, to bomb it.at bush, v.1
Crumple Zone 29: I should’ve turned round there and then and cabbed it home.at cab, v.1
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