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(con. 1941) 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.
(con. 1941) No Medals for Aphrodite 163: You tall blokes stick out like a wart on a Hebrew’s nose. (con. 1941) 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.
(con. 1941) No Medals for Aphrodite 158: I wouldn’t know about all that bullsh.at bullsh, n.
(con. 1941) 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
(con. 1941) 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.
(con. 1941) 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.
(con. 1941) No Medals for Aphrodite 156: ‘Edge it, Harry,’ Turk snapped.at edge (it)!, excl.
(con. 1941) No Medals for Aphrodite 163: A couple of Aussies and a Greco.at Greco, n.
(con. 1941) No Medals for Aphrodite 161: He’s from Wollongong and I’m from Perth. I’m a Sandgroper.at sand-groper, n.
(con. 1941) 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
(con. 1941) 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
(con. 1941) 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.
(con. 1941) No Medals for Aphrodite 157: ‘I’d say she’s got too much sticking out.’ ‘All right, you pervy bastard!’.at pervy, adj.
(con. 1941) 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.
(con. 1941) 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.
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
(con. 1941) 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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