1962 ‘David Forrest’ Hollow Woodheap 179: St. Joseph the Bloody Worker skirted quietly around The Professor, bestowing on the stove-pipe pants and duck bum’s haircut a look of extreme dissatisfaction.at duck’s arse, n.
1962 ‘David Forrest’ Hollow Woodheap 78: ‘Don’t be bloody silly,’ said Miss Dibbs and chewed into a sandwich.at bloody, adv.
1962 ‘David Forrest’ Hollow Woodheap 149: ‘Is she sick?’ ‘No, but you will be if Doug comes the knuckle.’.at come the..., v.
1962 ‘David Forrest’ Hollow Woodheap 138: ‘All right,’ said Bert. ‘There’s no need for the comedy.’.at comedy, n.
1962 ‘David Forrest’ Hollow Woodheap 61: His rouseabout is a rough, old egg from Malaya.at old egg (n.) under egg, n.2
1962 ‘David Forrest’ Hollow Woodheap 39: Jackeroos [...] do not shear sheep. They mend fences.at jackaroo, n.
1962 ‘David Forrest’ Hollow Woodheap 61: There are three bodies aching for Lucas’ arms and his passionate kisser.at kisser, n.
1962 ‘David Forrest’ Hollow Woodheap 13: ‘Mug lair!’ yelled the gentleman, ‘You might have killed a bloke!’.at lair, n.2
1962 ‘David Forrest’ Hollow Woodheap 13: ‘Mug lair!’ yelled the gentleman, ‘You might have killed a bloke!’.at mug lair (n.) under mug, n.1
1962 ‘David Forrest’ Hollow Woodheap 153: He had [...] sunglasses on, through which he was making a careful inventory of every bikini-clad female [...] ‘Well,’ said Paddy reasonably, ‘if you’re going to perv, you might as well be honest about it.’.at perv, v.
1962 ‘David Forrest’ Hollow Woodheap 214: He was going on a long, long journey, alone and torn in half, and [...] looking out at the morning, decided it was as good a day as any for travelling.at it’s a fine day for travelling under travel, v.