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Frances Grose (compiler) - 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue

A Dictionary of Buckish Slang, University Wit and Pickpocket Eloquence

Facsimile Edition

Foreword by Robert Cromie

Digest Books, Chicago, 1971

Cover art uncredited

The Slang contemplates some good 'ol lean for a refreshment break. He wants the High Life!

 

Location: Liberty City SL

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Mark E Smith with his band The Fall at Manchester Cathedral. Amazing gig at a wonderful venue!

Enskede Rakethall, Stockholm.

For those of us who grew up in or near London and know bits of Cockney Rhyming Slang, the phrase Apples and Pears is mentally translated to Stairs ;o)

#7 Apples and/or Pears for 122 pictures in 2022

Found this with some of my mom's stuff somewhere.

"We painted the town red."

 

You can find this image in John Canemaker's book, Tex Avery: The MGM Years, 1942-1955.

Trackside - North West London.

Harold Wentworth and Stuart Berg Flexner: The Pocket Dictionary of American Slang

Pocket Books - New York, 1972

River Dargle Flood Defence Scheme.

These images were taken during the fourth week of August, 2016.

 

Constant traffic nowadays with hard material being trucked in and dumped in storage areas along The Slang/Rehills section of the river bank.

Further work is now being undertaken to upgrade the protection of the riverbank edge with the laying down of extra stone material.

 

With the recent convoys of trucks bringing in vast quantities of stone, we now see that;

(a) some of the larger boulders are intended to be used as reinforcements along the base of certain bank edges (which have to be excavated again), and;

(b) some of the medium size stones look like they will be used to create secondary shelves along the riverside.

 

At the same time, the guys are working (or playing?) on changing the profile of the stepped terrace along the face of the Slang/Rehills section.

Seems like every time they do this, and we believe it is a 'finished' piece of work, they confound us later by ripping it up all over again.

I know there is value in maintaining this area as a smooth accessible strip. But the degree of attention they apply to this is then wasted by the randomness with which they undo all the previous work.

 

I call it the 'Biggest Sandpit/Playarea' in Wicklow, in Leinster, in Ireland.

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The River Dargle is a valuable salmon and sea-trout fishery.

 

Wicklow County Council, in planning the Dargle flood relief scheme have taken cognisance of this fact and have worked closely with Inland Fisheries Ireland, from the planning phase of this project, to ensure that the flood relief programme will not have negative consequences for this valuable fishery.

 

a perfect souvenir and way ......

 

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Trackside - West London.

Cocalar is a Romanian slang word and I've seen several definitions (including the one below), it seems to imply people with poor taste, who adopt ridiculous clothing styles, bling and glitter, tattoos etc., more concerned with shocking appearance than action, so I can see the association with the affected dress of the rubber clad bat. Its also got associations with street people, implying dirty petty criminals, again one can see the association. The following link takes you to a more extreme discussion of the meaning and history of this slang word. cocalar

The UN World Food Programme has introduced digital cash transfers in Kakuma refugee camps. The cash transfers are dubbed 'bamba chakula', or 'get your food' in Sheng, a Swahili-based slang. WFP is giving 100 Kenyan shillings (almost €1) per person every month, replacing 10 percent of the monthly share of the staple cereal, maize, wheat flour, or sorghum.

 

Photos and Text: © WFP/Martin Karimi

I had seen the ferrets in their enclosure. They were always sleeping when I visited. This time around, I asked one of the zoo's student interns to hold one for me, over near the light. She was glad to help.

 

When I looked up information on the ferret, I found that it's the domesticated form of the European polecat. That was a surprise -- I thought "polecat" was American slang for a skunk!

SYMPHONY IN SLANG (Released June, 6th, 1951 -- 6 minutes, 43 seconds.)

 

"She had good lookin' pins too!"

"Finally, she gives me a date."

"I put on my white tie and tails."

"And brother, did she put on the dog!"

"We went around together for some time..."

"...painting the town red...."

"...going to the Stork Club..."

 

More on the blog.

I am determined to get through all of the pictures from my archives that I have set aside to edit and post.... One at a time I suppose...

 

I took this one last winter in San Francisco. this is my brother skating above Ocean Beach...

 

Canon EOS 1D Mark II

ISO 100

1/2500 @ f4.5

50mm

  

Image from Tex Avery, by Patrick Brion.

 

"I was beside myself...with anger."

(The first part of this tale is here.)

 

After a comfortable night in our cells, we had breakfast and decided to do a bit of sightseeing. There were football fans everywhere, all wearing 'colours', singing and waving flags; but nothing 'aggressive' - there was more of a carnival atmosphere than anything else. Somebody had dressed the 'Manneken Pis' in a Liverpool shirt and put a Juventus scarf in the pool underneath it; it seemed funny at the time - less so later.

We decided to have a look at the stadium, but stopped-off to explore the Atomium. At the top, some of the windows overlooked the stadium and there were coin-operated telescopes. One of the guys has a go. I'll never forget his reaction, "It's a dump - the place is falling apart! Jesus - there's going to be trouble down there!" (Actually, he didn't use the word "trouble"; but used another, slang word, beginning with "m" and far to emotive to use here.) - strangely prophetic.

Walking around around the stadium itself confirmed our worst fears - it was a dump, and it was falling apart; but at least all the fans we encountered seemed in a good mood: there was a football match, between Liverpool and Juventus fans, going on in one of the car-parks, and everybody was having a good time. We returned to the city centre for something to eat and got back to the stadium about an hour, or so, before the kick-off.

 

It seemed 'sensible' to stand in the "X" block. After all, we'd heard rumours of tickets being on sale, that day, at the ground. You didn't have to be a genius to work out that these were for the "Z" block and, as most of the coaches we'd seen around the stadium were Italian, we figured any trouble would be between blocks "Y" and "Z" - so best keep well away. I was amazed at how few police we saw. I can only recall seeing one, a young woman, standing on a path and trying to check people weren't taking bottles into the ground. No disrespect to her, I'm sure she tried her best; but for every one who she stopped to check their bags, another twenty simply walked around her. The lack of police also allowed people, presumably ticketless, to kick holes in the crumbling concrete fence and just walk in. Neither were there any police at the turnstiles. People were just streaming in while the operator sat in the booth, not even attempting to check tickets - this is why mine is still intact.

Once on the terraces we found a decent 'spot' and joined in with the singing and chanting; but then the 'mood' changed. We'd all been to hundreds of matches and could tell from the sound and the way the crowd was moving that there was trouble; the air being thick with dust however, this was a new thing. When riot police surrounded 'our' end of the ground, and we saw people being apparently led out of block "Z", we just thought that there'd been a bit of a fight; but when the kick-off was delayed, then delayed still further, it started to occur to us that it must have been serious - but we'd no idea just how serious.

One thing has always stuck in my mind: At the Juventus end of the ground they unfurled a huge banner that read "English Animals" - but they can't have made it 'on the spot', they'd brought it with them...

 

Once the final whistle went, we decided the best course of action would be to get away from the ground as quickly as possible - in case whatever had happened earlier continued on the streets. We ended up back at the same bar we'd been in the night before. Once again, the place was empty except for us, the landlord and his wife. They seemed a bit 'wary' of us now. We asked him what had happened.

"You don't know?"

"No. We know there was some kind of trouble; but we were well away from it. Was it bad?"

He turned the TV on and translated for us, "Many people dead, and hundreds injured."

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