In the course of my research into current standards of English among the London poor, I was given the following verbal account of a young man’s preparations for a night out. His words are quoted verbatim, and his peculiar idiom, ( and wanderings off the subject ), are rendered as exactly as possible. He began … “ The boss has give me a rhubub, so I’m all right for poshers, an’ I fancies a night out on the up, dun I? So, I ‘as a barf, and I get togged up, and I ‘spec’ you wanna know wot kinda... Sign in to see full entry.