Word: blimeys
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...lives in shimmy Walworth, and though he also owns a bookshop now, still hawks books from a barrow "in the gutter." Like every famed "character," he is permanently hoist with his own reputation: he can no more afford to become rich, or grammatical, or stop collecting autographs or saying "blimey!" than Groucho Marx can afford to adopt an upright, manly stance and a look of sincerity...
...Blimey. Knight's plans are grandiose. Technicolor is supplying him with 800,000 feet of negative, 19 specially adapted cameras, 60 specially trained cameramen and technicians. He will dress his whole team in green trousers and white blazers, and provide motorized scooters to zip them about the grounds at Wembley. Knight himself will direct the whole business from a control booth just below the royal box-dangling his crews at the ends of eight miles of telephone line. This special telephone exchange, will be officially known as "Corinthian," already unofficially shortened to Cor-Blimey...
...clad and ill-fed. And, more than in other times, avid for the show that would lift it, not by illusion but by legitimate right, into a symbolic reminder of its own worth. As they waited, chaff flew. When black smoke poured from the palace chimney, a wit said: "Blimey, now they've gone an' burnt the blinkin' soup...
...supply what science years later called vitamin C. In 1795, Earl Spencer, First Lord of the Admiralty, ordered lemons or limes included in the daily diet on British ships. Soon British sailors and then the whole British people became known as "limeys." "Limey" bears no etymological relation to "Blimey," or to Limehouse, a London dock district named for an old lime kiln, or oast...
...half-masted over the President, but the grief of the Londoners is much less articulate. When I arrived at the office I heard two charwomen discussing Roosevelt's passing-two women who have, like some of us, endured the blitz, the flying bombs, the rockets in London. 'Blimey!' says one, 'Ain't it a bleeding shime? I'll bet ole Winnie an' Joe'll miss 'im.' 'Do you remember those destroyers he gave us?' says the other. Two poor London charwomen remember...