1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 56: Y’d better be up early in the mornin’. No pissin’ about meetin’ me half way through.at piss about, v.
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 46: Our Tony and Henry [...] go on about the teachers and what a load of arse-holes they were.at arsehole, n.
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 36: They’d had a barrel or two already, you could tell by the way they was walking up the steps on their knees.at barrel, n.1
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 71: I could see [...] the police cars on the old tram lines and a Black Maria.at Black Maria, n.
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 57: I was still usually bog-eyed till about half way through the round.at bog-eyed (adj.) under bog, n.3
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 114: There’s no traffic on the roads. You’ll bomb along, no messin’. [Ibid.] 157: His face went all white and he turned around and bombed off in his skunk lined slippers.at bomb, v.1
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 166: It must be costin’ Florrie a bomb. All the drinks are on her.at cost a bomb (v.) under bomb, n.
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 125: I was so buggered that it wasn’t long before I fell asleep.at buggered, adj.2
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 45: In school if you bumsuck the teachers they give you another couple of years and stick you in the sixth form. No thanks.at bumsuck, v.
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 24: Everyone calls him ‘Bungalow Head’ ’cos he’s got nothing upstairs.at bungalow, n.
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 27: Next we heard, he’d bunked in with Dorothy, the crosseyed barmaid out of the Black Horse.at bunk, v.2
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 51: I was making for the playground to see if anyone had any butties to spare.at butty, n.2
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 26: I’ll get me grandson t’come and kick the cack out of yer.at kick (the) cack out of (v.) under cack, n.2
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 179: What do they call a nigger at University? [...] A Chocolate Smartie. Get it?at chocolate bar (n.) under chocolate, adj.
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 150: That’s what posh people say when they’re going to give you the chop.at give someone the chop (v.) under chop, n.1
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 59: I think he does it for fun, just to put one over on all those clever dicks in the posh houses.at clever dick, n.
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 35: ‘I’m not dead, Mrs Scully,’ he said, ‘I’ve only fainted,’ and then he conked out again.at conk (out), v.
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 27: He was a nig-nog’s kid – some coon from down the Dingle in Town.at coon, n.
1975 A. Bleasdale Scully 144: ‘Cracker, Mooey,’ I said [...] ‘We’re on our way home.’.at cracker, adj.2