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[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 240: Snyder’s as drunk as a hog.
at drunk as (a)..., adj.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 53: Think what a dry-arsed bitch she must be to be pounding the mattress with a dead weight like Dumsday.
at -arsed, sfx
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 137: Rooster’s mad as a snake.
at ...a cut snake under mad as..., adj.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 175: An excuse for a [...] bloody good beer-up at the mess.
at beer-up (n.) under beer, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 42: Now look, boofhead, your job is guarding me.
at boofhead, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 40: It’s a beautiful design, bar one thing. They’re buggers to groundloop.
at bugger, n.1
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 19: [of airmen in prison] Aren’t you two wingless wonders coming?
at chinless wonder, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 91: Your country called you and you came. Not a chocko amongst you.
at choco, n.1
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 47: The aeroplane is a supreme machine. A kite is entirely yours, what personality you have, it will express. If you’re feeling grumpy and cloddish it will bounce when you land it and skid.
at cloddish (adj.) under clod, n.1
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 48: This will take me in my Austin Seven [...] into town for the night on the nest, and not a night of cock-teasing either.
at cocktease, v.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 116: ‘Yer filthy buncha crims,’ yelled Sergeant Woodface.
at crim, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 197: The boys are taking up a collection. She needs £20. [...] The ground crew are dobbing in too.
at dob (in), v.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 21: ‘Come on,’ he motioned the forger to the bed [...] ‘Your turn old forgeroo.’ He held out his hand to help him on to the bed.
at -eroo, sfx
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 18: Listen, sport. You only got forty-two days in this fucken boob. Me, I’m in here for eighteen months. [Ibid.] 118: ‘K’n Judas. Fucken Judas.’ Andy could just hear Scotty’s words behind the M.P.’s back.
at fucking, adj.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 147: A spanner slipped and a voice cursed. ‘Well fucken stay fucken done up if you’re so indefuckenpendent.’.
at fucking, adj.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 93: Yer mad. I don’t think yer got the full quid.
at full quid, the (n.) under full, adj.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 62: You miserable gaol rat.
at gaolbird, n.
[UK] G. Dutton Andy 262: Dag got up. ‘And you can stick a Bondi tram right up your jumper.’.
at stick it up your jumper! (excl.) under stick it!, excl.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 21: Listen, Andy [...] Why don’t you take a running jump at yourself?
at take a running jump at yourself! (excl.) under jump, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 201: I’ll bring the old bus over to the bowser [...] she likes a bit of petrol. With the kero.
at kero, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 221: Boy, could I use a lay. The black Marys up north swing a lovely pair.
at Mary, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 266: My fucken oath I would.
at my fucking oath! (excl.) under my oath!, excl.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 96: What a glorious place for a drop of nest! Think of the privacy! [Ibid.] 236: Boozing and nesting? Passion? I thought you Americans were a more sophisticated people.
at nest, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 48: This will take me in my Austin Seven [...] into town for the night on the nest, and not a night of cock-teasing either.
at on the nest under nest, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 221: Boy, could I use a lay. The black Marys up north swing a lovely pair.
at pair, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 148: You always were a bloody perv.
at perv, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 53: He’s got a sheila. [...] But think what a dry-arsed bitch she must be to be pounding the mattress with a dead weight like Dumsday.
at pound the headboard (v.) under pound, v.2
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 199: Merv [...] insisted on offering one [i.e. a beer] to Ian. ‘Come along, matey, it’s the best. Cascade. Put some flick in yer prick.’.
at put some flick in one’s prick (v.) under prick, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 98: Those bloody reffos always pitch that yarn [...] Usually tell you Dad was a bloody count or prince.
at reffo, n.
[UK] (con. 1940s) G. Dutton Andy 53: Think what a dry-arsed bitch she must be to be pounding the mattress with a dead weight like Dumsday. She must have had the knock-back from every randy rod-pole in town.
at rod, n.
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