Whacko-the-diddle-oh! Barry Humphries loves a new book about his native tongue and its rude expressions
It began when I strained the potatoes. When I was very young, I once excused myself from the dinner table with the polite announcement that I was ‘just off to strain the potatoes’. When I returned from the bathroom, my mother was still berating my poor father. ‘Where would Barry pick up things like that, Eric? Probably from one of your rough men.’ She added, ‘You should never taken him to those jobs of yours. ...
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