Showing posts with label bum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bum. Show all posts

Friday, 17 December 2010

Pluck the thorns



But life ain’t a bed of roses, and you must just pluck the thorns out of your rump and get on.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.348, Pan Books edition, 1983.




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Monday, 8 February 2010

Had the wit



…this time I had the wit to seize a tit and buttock, fairly hooting with lust…



Flashman in the Great Game, p.103, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Thursday, 30 April 2009

Nose down in the gutter




But we stopped off for punch on the way, and the little snirp got so fuddled he couldn’t even walk, We helped him along, but he was maudlin, so we took off his trousers in an alley off Regent street, painted his arse with blacking which we bought for a penny on the way, and then shouted, ‘Come on, peelers! Here’s the scourge of A Division waiting to set about you!’ And as soon as the bobbies hove in sight we cut, and left them to find our little friend, nose down in the gutter with his black bum sticking in the air.



Flashman at the Charge, p.25, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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Monday, 6 April 2009

bristle up the courage



…a strange recklessness had come over me. I was beyond caring, I suppose, but I remember I stood muttering to myself before a mirror as I brushed my hair: ‘Come on, Flashy, my boy, they haven’t got you yet…. you’re still here ain’t you? Your backside is better enough for you to run again, if need be – bristle up the courage of the cornered rat, put on a bold front, and to hell with them. Bluff my boy – bluff, shift and lie for the sake of your neck and the honour of Old England.



Flash For Freedom!, p.257, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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Friday, 27 March 2009

Wounded several times



I’ve been wounded several times, all of them damned painful, but you may take word for it that a ball in the bum is the worst.



Flash For Freedom!, p.240, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Here lies Harry Flashman



   ‘My God, are you hurt?’ she cried, and for some idiot reason I had a vision of a tombstone bearing the legend: ‘Here lies Harry Flashman, late 11th Hussars, shot in the arse while crossing the Ohio River’.



Flash For Freedom!, p.233, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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