I’ll have your guts for garters

I’ll knock you into the middle of next week

You are so fat witted with the drinking of old sac.

For the duration

like a fart in a cullinder
like a fairy on a gobalard
oompah oompah stick it up ya jumper
a bunch of fives

In like a burglar
In like Flynn
Wouldn’t trust him further than I could kick a piano
Shut your cakehole
Queer as a clockwork orange
Like shit off a hot shovel

Like spring heeled Jack

That’s off a TV advert. Tunes, I think?

Vicks Sinex

My mum would say.
“I’ve been stood here like cheese at fo’ence.”
It took me years to realise that it was cheese at four pence and that it may be expensive and so it may not move. 🙂

When referring to spindly individuals my Father would comment

He couldnt knock the skin off a rice pudding !

I love using the word ‘vexed’ to describe someone who’s spitting feathers, ie steaming mad at something gone wrong.
Spitting feathers is another one, as it happens.
😀

Got in to work yesterday on the motorbike, particularly heavy storm, and felt bedraggled. No better word for it 🙂

Spiffing. As in…
“How do you do?”
“Spiffing.”
“Jolly good, jolly good.”
Of course, you need two nincompoops to have this conversation!

And old lady I was speaking to yesterday described herself as glaikit. Wonderful expression I hadn’t heard for years

Heard this from a promo clip of the new Raymond Briggs animation, Ethel and Ernest:

“You daft aper”. 😀

Anyone know what an aper is?

daft apeth I think. means daft fool/person

‘When God were a boy”
“Cut yer tail off”
“She’s no better than she should be”
Seeing distant rain clouds anywhere – “ee our David – it’s black over Bill’s Mother’s”

Wha short-a-nowt whav got

In Northamptonian slang “hapence” or “apence” (dropped H”) was a half a penny (pre-decimalisation old money) when
12 old pence = 1 shilling
A silver 3 pence coin was a “joey” and a sixpence was a “tanner”

Ah I remember “the good old days – when bacon was a shilling a loaf and beer was tuppence a hundredweight”

Me – Dad what did you get for Christmas when you were little? Dad – horse sh#t sandwich… same for me birthday but with sugar sprinkled on top. He grew up in Yorkshire and move to Devon at 18. Not sure where it comes from.