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[UK] N. Barlay 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
[UK] N. Barlay 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.
[UK] N. Barlay 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.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 105: What an ape. Eyeing you up. I think you’re in there.
at ape, n.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 216: Marcus with the bat under his shirt, me with the bala in my pocket.
at bala, n.2
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 17: Check out the batty.
at batty, n.2
[UK] N. Barlay 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
[UK] N. Barlay 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.
[UK] N. Barlay 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
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 140: So he’s smart. So he’s fast. Big-timer innit.
at big-timer (n.) under big time, n.1
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 74: Tea an’ biccies another time.
at bikkie, n.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 207: I’m just a bit blittered.
at blittered, adj.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 168: You’re dissin my blood.
at blood, n.2
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 140: Bloodclaat Fergal he don’t care, he just want the take an’ no closedown.
at bloodclaat, adj.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 73: —Ah don’t expect a blow. — Glad to hear it darling.
at blow job, n.1
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 161: The Flying Four go bombin’ down by the tracks but they go bunnin’ up by the canal.
at bomb, v.1
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 61: Food, disco, bit of a boogie.
at boogie, n.4
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 13: The first time he got arrested, rousted one rainy dawn on Moss Side with a roomful of bootlegs.
at bootleg, n.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 43: Boozy sleep smell from Ootie’s still clothed body.
at boozy, adj.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 3: Check Miss Thing boppin’ down the street.
at bop, v.
[UK] N. Barlay 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.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 73: Could murder a brew [...] lovely cup tea.
at brew, n.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 127: I see Dennie: everyone’s friend, buddy buddy with Fergal.
at buddy-buddy, adj.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 140: Fergal he’s orderin’ me to shift the guy outside [...] shift the body before the bulls show.
at bull, n.5
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 15: Yuppie balconies on the opposite bank laden with Ikea bullshit.
at bullshit, n.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 3: Burton pulls on his bumfluff whiskers.
at bum-fluff, n.
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 61: He’ll give me some cheery old bumble [...] about how life is.
at bumble, n.2
[UK] N. Barlay 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.
[UK] N. Barlay 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
[UK] N. Barlay Crumple Zone 29: I should’ve turned round there and then and cabbed it home.
at cab, v.1
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