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Towards the End of Morning (2000) 9: I’m not your wet nurse, you know. I’m not your private arse-wiper. Try and use a bit of initiative, sonny!at arse-wiper, n.
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 9: I’m not your wet nurse, you know. I’m not your private arse-wiper. Try and use a bit of initiative, sonny! Towards the End of Morning (2000) 16: I was going to have a blitz on the crosswords this afternoon.at blitz, n.
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 34: I’d have cooked din-dins for both of us.at din-din, n.
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 177: I’m doing it for a load of crap called Leisure and Pleasure magazine.at load of, n.
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 177: It’s a week off from the stinking office, with nothing to do but [...] get some serious drinking done.at serious, adj.
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 9: I’d scare the living shits out of you lot.at scare the (living) shit(s) out of (v.) under shit, the, phr.
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 14: The eternal problem of how we may best put the skids under out friend Mounce.at put the skids under (v.) under skids, n.
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 143: The old publican went off his head and shut himself up in the snug with an ex-War Department Verey pistol.at snug, n.
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 8: They’re a spotty lot of pix, anyway. I don’t care what spotty caption you put on them.at spotty, adj.
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 109: Once you start swotting there’s no end to it. That’s what put me off studying.at swot, v.
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 47: He was tight as a tick, poor fellow.at tight as a tick (adj.) under tight, adj.
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 13: He’s such a tit.at tit, n.3
Towards the End of Morning (2000) 9: If this was the Express, and not just a load of toilet paper, I’d have fired you.at toilet, n.
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