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sionnach That abc.net.au site is a great source of headlines -

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Hotel shame puts Myles's Origin future in limbo Jul 8, 2009

bilby "I found myself herded against a brick wall as they kept on spitting - on my face, my hair, my clothes, my arms. It was like rain, coming at me from all directions - hitting my recorder, my bag, my shoes, even my glasses. Big gobs of spit landed on me like heavy raindrops. I could even smell it as it fell on my face."
- Anne Barker, Reporter feels mob's hate in the Holy City, abc.net.au, 6 July 2009. Jul 8, 2009

rolig Here's what the Online Etymological Dictionary says:

"a mouthful, lump," c.1382, from O.Fr. gobe "mouthful, lump," from gober "gulp, swallow down," probably from Gaul. *gobbo- (cf. Ir. gob "mouth," Gael. gob "beak"). This Celtic source also seems to be root of gob "mouth" (c.1550), which is the first element in gob-stopper "a kind of large hard candy" (1928). Aug 14, 2008

yarb And what of the English etmology? Anything to do with gobble? Or gab?

Also UK slang for spit (noun and verb) or phlegm. E.g. 'Terry gobbed at me, so I lamped him.' or 'Watch it! You almost stepped in that lad's gob on the ground there'. Aug 14, 2008

rolig British slang for "mouth". Curiously, the Slovene word for an animal's mouth (normally translated as "muzzle", "snout", etc.), which is also used as a rather crude word for a person's mouth, is gobec, pronounced GOH-bets. Despite the similarity with the British word, there seems to be no etymological connection, as the Slovene word has a long Slavic pedigree and is related to the Russian word for "lip" (губа – guba) and the Slovene word for "mushroom" (goba), deriving, probably, from a root gǫb-, meaning "protuberance". Aug 14, 2008

bilby "In the first few days the dice usually had me express freely my own feelings toward my patients - to break, in effect, the cardinal rule of all psychotherapy: do not judge. I began overtly condemning every shabby little weakness I could find in my sniveling, cringing patients. Great gob of God, that was fun. If you remember that for four years I had been acting like a saint, understanding, forgiving and accepting all sorts of human folly, cruelty and nonsense; that I had been thus repressing every normal reactive impulse, you can imagine the joy with which I responded to the dice letting me call my patients sadists, idiots, bastards, sluts, cowards and latent cretins. Joy. I had found another island of joy."
- 'The Dice Man', Luke Rhinehart. Feb 1, 2008