1999 D. Healy Sudden Times 15: In your pyjamas talking to some bollacks about the phallus.at ballocks, n.
1999 D. Healy Sudden Times 193: Well, I’ll be blowed. It’s Oliver, said Al.at I’ll be blowed! (excl.) under blowed, adj.1
1999 D. Healy Sudden Times 185: We might [...] saunter through cardboard city and back again by underground from Waterloo.at cardboard city, n.
1999 D. Healy Sudden Times 233: If I was to hit you a clout you’d remember, he said, and laughed.at clout, n.2
1999 D. Healy Sudden Times 198: The boss at Liverpool Street had kept my job, fair fucks, so I worked like a dog and went to find him, my mate.at fair fucks (to) under fair, adj.
1999 D. Healy Sudden Times 175: Marty says to me: Hi Ollie, will you get the dawk-cue-ments? drawing out the sound like a fucking gobaloon.at gobaloon, n.
1999 D. Healy Sudden Times 142: Oh dearie, dearie me, he said, but you’re great gas.at great gas (n.) under great, adj.3
1999 D. Healy Sudden Times 24: God blast you, she said. You’re always doing that. Juking around.at juke, v.1
1999 D. Healy Sudden Times 36: He told me once that he had such a huge member that when he got an erection the blood would drain from his face.at member, n.1