Words hardly used now

When I asked my granddad how old he was he’d say ‘Same age as my tongue and six months older than my teeth.’

If he was going somewhere it was either the man and his dog or ‘To see about a wigwam for a horse’s bridle.’

Around here we used to say guzgogs for gooseberries.

Oh yes, goosegogs for gooseberries. Also

Hedge pigs for headgehogs
Cackle berries = eggs.

Witzend

Stout*, oh yes, my granny used to say that. Ditto ‘vexed’ - you never hear that any more.

*I recall a line from The Forsyte Saga - ‘My dear boy, how stout you’re getting!’
(The bloke, Swithin IIRC, was not amused!

My nan always used that.
"You remember so-and-so, stout girl. Used to work on the buses"

Well I'll go to the bottom of our stairs!
Ye gods and little fishes
Balderdash

Poppycock.
Thrice.

Lairy.

Four farthings to a penny. Two farthings to a halfpenny. Six halfpennies to a thruppence. Two thruppences to a tanner. Two tanners to a bob. Five tanners to a half-crown. Twenty one bob to a guinea. Cripes! I'd better scarper, in case the rozzers come after me in their black maria, for my tuppenny-ha'penny contribution to the discussion.

Conceited seems to be largely replaced by arrogant.

Gormless
My mother once described one of my, shall we say, less-intellectual teenage boyfriends as a gormless wonder.

SkippyO, what have you got against the florin ?
let's hear it for the florin; floreat florin !

Scribbles

Gormless
My mother once described one of my, shall we say, less-intellectual teenage boyfriends as a gormless wonder.

Gutless wonder in our house, and gormless git.

Brandish
Bounder
Cad

It's gone a bit black over the back of Bill's mother's.

Oh, I've just rembered the rude answer to "where are you going?"
Nothing to do with men and dogs

Enough blue in the sky yo make a sailor's trousers.

Shenanigans.

welbeck

SkippyO, what have you got against the florin ?
let's hear it for the florin; floreat florin !

Darn it! Nothing at all against the florin apart from a failing memory. I guess I could also have include half a nicker for a ten bob note ?

Anymore for anymore ?

'Alf a nickers?
You're pulling my leg!

I'm not as green as I'm cabbage looking.

My Yorkshire Aunty used to say I’m not as green as I’m cabbage loookin’!

You're a daft ha'porth

glory hole as in cupboard under the stairs

gay as in happy

Crickey
Mark my words
Oh yes, gormless
Daft as a brush
Charlie’s dead ( petticoat showing )

Raining cats and dogs
Pea Souper
Teddy boys