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Post by cabbyjohn on Oct 8, 2011 16:08:24 GMT -1
I bumped into an old friend today who I haven't seen for many years. we got chatting and he told me that he had been having it fairly rough lately. I suggested that we go for a drink and he replied to me that he hadn't even got a "Latch lifter" In the old days this was usually meant to be the price of a pint or a half that would get a person into the pub, where hopefully he could borrow a few bob for a pint or two.
This set me off thinking of old long forgotten phrases that used to be everyday expressions.
Another one that springs to mind is when speaking of a disreputable person it used to be said, "He would steal the pennies off a dead mans eyes".
Can anybody else recall any old expressions that we used many years ago, but rarely hear nowadays?
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Post by southampton on Oct 8, 2011 17:44:17 GMT -1
"well I will go to the foot of our stairs" was one old saying, but what it meant I never did work out.
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Post by elainegregory on Oct 8, 2011 21:11:09 GMT -1
Who on earth was "b****y nora" Many a mickle makes a muckle he"ll be long dead ne'er cast a clout till may is out
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Post by cabbyjohn on Oct 9, 2011 9:01:39 GMT -1
"If you fall and break your leg, don't come running to me"
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Post by jackaitch on Oct 9, 2011 9:56:05 GMT -1
One for the road!!!!!!
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Post by elainegregory on Oct 9, 2011 20:22:40 GMT -1
Hair of the dog you never know what youv got till youv lost it cant teach an old dog new tricks no fool like an old fool never put off tomorrow what you can do today
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Post by jonesg on Oct 16, 2011 22:55:56 GMT -1
I remember Ena Sharples saying "theres none so queer as folk".
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Post by oldbill on Nov 19, 2011 11:45:43 GMT -1
better old mans wife than a young mans slave
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Post by oldbill on Nov 19, 2011 12:34:58 GMT -1
not the sharpest tool in the shed
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Post by jackaitch on Nov 20, 2011 15:03:21 GMT -1
CHESTER,S BEER....there is a baby in every pint!!
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Post by cabbyjohn on Nov 20, 2011 18:55:45 GMT -1
CHESTER,S BEER....there is a baby in every pint!! My first regular pint of choice used to be Chesters bitter from the Royal Oak in Droylsden. They used to call it Loony soup.
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