My dad was always using strange, funny and interesting words; some were old words from his childhood, some he must have picked up the seven years he was in the army, others he just acquired, and some he made up.
Rhyming-slang is well-known as coming from London, but my family came from Cambridge and none had ever lived in ‘the Smoke’ as they called it; I don’t know if this means that rhyming slang reached further than the sound of Bow Bells, or whether it was something he picked up from the radio or whether people in 1920’s and 30’s Cambridge just used it… who knows? However he would often in casual conversation, talk about mincers, meaning eyes (mince-pies) plates – feet (plates of meat) and he always said whistle – suit (whistle and flute) and lugholes – ears (how that arrived from the rhyming Toby jugs – lugs, I don’t know!) here are some more – rocks or almonds, socks (almond rocks whatever almond rocks are) rub-a-dub – pub, hallf-inch -pinch (to steal)
Gravy was always gyppo, sausages were bangers, children were ankle-biters, and there were all the usual terms for money, tanner, bob, tenner (meaning ten shillings not ten pounds, ditto fiver) oncer (£1 note) He was in Italy during the war and I remember him habitually using Italian words such as latte and luce.
However, he also had words which I am sure he made up, not deliberately, but they just sort of arrived. he was a fabulous cook and used to make a wonderful lamb stew using lentils, pear barley, split peas as well as lots of vegetables. For some reason he always called this soup mix of pulses ‘lentils and gentils’ and i am sure this was one of his own inventions. I did wonder if gentil might be an old-fashioned term for dried pulses, but no, it means kind or thoughtful.
So… I made a lamb stew today and of course as well as lamb, onions, carrots and swede, in went a couple of cups of lentils and gentils!

My dad also used that cockney – speak. Jockeys whips were chips, Holy Ghost was toast. When it was time for bed he would say up the apple and pears, meaning stairs. I’m getting a little teary eyed thinking about him. Thanks for reminding me.
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Aww… it’s lovely to think back to your dad, isn’t it…mine was so funny and a really good story teller.
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My Grandad was exactly the same – he was also in Italy during WW2 and liked to make lamb stew. It must be a generational/war thing. This brought back lovely memories of my Grandad so thank you.
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You’re welcome, Julia! Was your grandad in the Parachute regiment by any chance?
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No he wasn’t. Good question though, it has made me want to find out whether we have that information. I love that generation – they don’t make them like that any more! The war, although it was terrible, turned that generation into amazing people. I really miss my grandparents and their stories and ways.
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