A pint of pig’s isn’t anything nasty to do with pork, nor is it a ‘cute’ picture of a pint pot with a couple of pygmy piglets in it. A pint of pig’s is a pint of pig’s ear, and no, it really isn’t anything to do with strange food items,it is another example of rhyming slang that my dad used, pig’s ear, beer.
Since I wrote about this a couple of days ago, so many other phrases my dad used have come back to me, as my friend David remarked, when we think back to people who have died, it’s often what they said which we remember. Mincers was another word, from mince-pies – eyes, almond-rocks – socks, butcher’s from butcher’s hook – look, dickie dirt – shirt (as opposed to dickie bird – word) and sky-rocket – pocket.
I’m sure I’ll remember more again, but as I do remember I can actually hear dad saying them, and I’m still wondering where he acquired them all as he never lived in London. This year will be the twentieth anniversary of his death, so it is rather lovely to hear his voice again, even if it is only inside my head.
Lois Elsden 
The old ball and chain meant wife but it doesn’t rhyme. Must have come from Manchester. I can still remember all the lyrics from the George Formby and Al Jolson songs my dad sang and do a pretty good job myself. I only sing Smokey Robinson in falsetto though.
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My dad never did much singing… he was sacked from the choir because he was no good, much to his chagrin, his brother got 6d each time he sang! I have inherited his musical abilities – love it but I’m useless!
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