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Songlines 135: ‘They don’t give a fuck for walls,’ said Red, ‘but they do like a roof for the rain.’.at not give a fuck, v.
Songlines 135: ‘They don’t give a fuck for walls,’ said Red, ‘but they do like a roof for the rain.’. Songlines 76: Surely this country’s only good for Abos?at abo, n.
Songlines 151: The work had been done by some ‘shit-artist’.at -artist, sfx
Songlines 80: Sacred bloody baloney!at baloney, n.
Songlines 23: She knew when [...] to refuse payment altogether if the artist seemed set on a blinder.at blinder, n.3
Songlines 46: Hadn’t slept a wink for five days. All these truckies feed on amphetamines! [...] No wonder he was a little blotto!at blotto, adj.
Songlines 35: The boy was shrieking blue murder and frothing from the sides of his mouth.at blue murder, n.
Songlines 275: You can usually bum a bob off a Bishop.at bob, n.3
Songlines 48: ‘Everyone wants to look up Father Dan,’ he said. ‘Until they get the brush-off.’.at get the brush(-off) (v.) under brush-off, n.
Songlines 134: Myrtle sucked her thumb and stared, bug-eyed, at the Queen’s diamonds.at bug-eyed, adj.
Songlines 52: The leading lawman of Tribe C had the unforgettable name of Cheekybugger Tabagee.at bugger, n.1
Songlines 276: ‘Yes,’ he chuckled. ‘I bummed the Chief of Police ... in Nice!’.at bum, v.3
Songlines 84: Hanlon burped and said ‘Beg pardon!’.at burp, v.
Songlines 141: He and his black friends would ‘go bush’ for days on end.at go bush (v.) under bush, n.1
Songlines 76: We also bought some steak for an old ‘bushie’.at bushy, n.1
Songlines 52: The leading lawman of Tribe C had the unforgettable name of Cheekybugger Tabagee.at cheeky, adj.
Songlines 83: But a touch too classy for my little luncheon party!at classy, adj.
Songlines 33: And what makes you think you can show up from Merrie Old England and clean up on sacred knowledge?at clean up, v.
Songlines 124: What did I tell you, Bert? A Pom and a Com!at com, n.
Songlines 90: Run over a coon in Alice Springs and no one’d give it a thought. But a white man ...!at coon, n.
Songlines 84: I got a crook gut, Ark.at crook, adj.
Songlines 118: ‘Dammit!’ said Arkady.at damn it!, excl.
Songlines 74: I nodded to a woman who said, ‘Go and suck eggs!’.at suck eggs!, excl.
Songlines 75: An ‘Eski’, for ‘Eskimo’, is a polystyrene cool-pack without which a journey into the desert is unthinkable.at esky, n.
Songlines 91: He eyeballed Arkady.at eyeball, v.
Songlines 83: Get your fucking fangs into that steak!at fang, n.
Songlines 114: We had three flats, and Marian had two in the Land-Rover.at flat, n.1
Songlines 30: Its author, a former Marxist, insisted that the Aboriginal Land Rights Movement was a ‘front’ for Soviet expansion in Australia.at front, n.1
Songlines 17: I went to Africa, to the Sudan. [...] This was nomad country – the nomads being the Beja: Kipling’s ‘fuzzy-wuzzies’.at fuzzy-wuzzy, n.1
Songlines 30: ‘The gang’s all here,’ said Arkady.at gang, n.1
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