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(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 180: A drowsy Irish voice / Purrs: ‘What would an arse’ole know / But what he reads in the news [...] Or the lies we’re fed by screws?’.at arsehole, n.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 180: A drowsy Irish voice / Purrs: ‘What would an arse’ole know / But what he reads in the news [...] Or the lies we’re fed by screws?’. (ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 183: And trusties shuffle and mutter [...] Where screws are as thick as a plank.at ...two short planks under thick as..., adj.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 183: Where the lags can make you a cutter [...] Where screws are as thick as a plank, / And the cries of a man as he begs / While they cut his balls with a shank.at balls, n.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 179: Beginning to learn what is meant / By a ‘jolt’ or ‘toad in the hole’, / By ‘Baron’; or ‘dint’ or a ‘dunt’.at baron, n.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 180: Where coppers as bent as a hinge / March in and bellow their trade.at bent, adj.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 179: Beginning to learn what is meant [...] By ‘bird’ or ‘a nice jam roll’.at bird, n.4
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 180: You’re in for it now, by God! / If only you bleeders knew!at bleeder, n.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 184: Where a squealer finds ground glass / Has sweetened his morning brew.at brew, n.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 179: One thing I hate [...] Is bunkin’ with a bleeding perv.at bunk, v.2
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 179: A con from the National Front / Snarls ‘Sod it!’, his eyes like slits.at con, n.1
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 183: Where the lags can make you a cutter [...] Where the screws are as thick as a plank, / And the cries of a man as he begs / While they cut his balls with a shank.at cutter, n.2
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 180: After the raid / Where coppers as bent as a hinge / March in and bellow their trade: / ‘We’ve come for the drugs and minge! / This is the Dirty Squad / Stand up when I’m talking to you!’ [Ibid.] 185: The OZ offices were raided again and again by Scotland Yard’s so-called ‘Dirty Squad’, officially the Obscene Publications Division of the Metropolitan Police.at dirty, adj.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 179: I see these poncey gits [...] have got / Just what they fuckin deserve.at git, n.1
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 179: Beginning to learn what is meant [...] By ‘bird’ or ‘a nice jam roll’.at jam roll, n.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 179: Beginning to learn what is meant / By a jolt or toad in the hole, / By Baron; or dint or dunt.at jolt, n.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 179: Where the lags and toe-rags know / What others have only begun.at lag, n.2
(ref. to 1971) ‘Homo sapiens sapiens’ Homeless in my Heart 100: Today, in a picture book I saw / A frog with a bat gripped in its maw.at maw, n.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 180: After the raid / Where coppers as bent as a hinge / March in and bellow their trade: / ‘We’ve come for the drugs and minge!’.at minge, n.
‘Wilmot to Sackville and Villiers’ Homeless in my Heart 156: This piss-pot may not be denied, / A bowl of wine shall curb her pride.at pisspot, n.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 183: Carried from each cell door / To a place where all hope fails, / Where men are buggered and reamed, / Their bodies bruised and numb.at ream job (n.) under ream, v.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 183: Where the lags can make you a cutter [...] Where screws are as thick as a plank, / And the cries of a man as he begs / While they cut his balls with a shank.at shank, n.1
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 179: A con from the National Front / Snarls ‘Sod it!’, his eyes like slits.at sod it! (excl.) under sod, v.
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 184: Where a squealer finds ground glass / Has sweetened his morning brew.at squealer, n.1
(ref. to 1971) ‘Old Bailey’ Homeless in my Heart 182: [The judge] sends the jury out to brood / And toddles off for his port...at toddle, v.
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