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No Medals for Aphrodite choose

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[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 163: You tall blokes stick out like a wart on a Hebrew’s nose.
at stick out like a sore thumb, v.
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 189: I never been happy about this bloke. Looks a bit of a pork-an’-bean to me. That why ya shepherding ’im? Mates, eh?
at pork and bean, n.
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 158: I wouldn’t know about all that bullsh.
at bullsh, n.
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 164: ‘Has he had his chips?’ ‘Dunno. Got it low down, Darcy said.’.
at cash in one’s chips (v.) under chip, n.2
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 14: One lousy stripe, and as soon as you tried to do the right thing you were a ‘military maniac’ or ‘Army happy’ or, worst of all, a ‘conshie’.
at conchie, n.
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 42: Discoloured ‘dead-meat-tickets’ swinging from a greasy cord round his neck.
at dead-meat ticket (n.) under dead meat, n.
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 156: ‘Edge it, Harry,’ Turk snapped.
at edge (it)!, excl.
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 163: A couple of Aussies and a Greco.
at Greco, n.
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 161: He’s from Wollongong and I’m from Perth. I’m a Sandgroper.
at sand-groper, n.
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 164: ‘Bad?’ The lieutenant’s voice was troubled. ‘Yeah. Looks like a homer. He’s all bust up in the crutch.’.
at homer, n.2
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 23: Have a lash! Fighting back, no matter how futile that might be.
at have a lash (at) (v.) under lash, n.1
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 88: How come you blokes blew the bridge so soon? [...] You really dropped us in the nooer, you did.
at in the nooer under nooer, n.
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 157: ‘I’d say she’s got too much sticking out.’ ‘All right, you pervy bastard!’.
at pervy, adj.
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 34: ‘Here we go,’ Turk murmured grimly, climbing in behind the wheel. ‘It’s Sydney or the bush! Keep your fingers crossed.’.
at Sydney or the bush under Sydney, n.
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 161: Don’t you Sydneysiders know what a Sandgroper is? We haven’t got any Harbour Bridges over there.
at Sydneysider, n.
[UK] R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 32: ‘You’re a good bloke, Turk, but sometimes you talk like a tonk.’ [...] And so, he took care not to talk like a tonk [....] he had adopted their sloppy, profanity-riddled speech.
at tonk, n.2
[UK] (con. 1941) R. Beilby No Medals for Aphrodite 273: He had never been much of a one for good-byes. ‘Tooroo, I’ll be seeing you, be good,’ had always seemed quite adequate.
at tooroo, phr.
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