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  • n. a hawker of fruit and vegetables from a barrow


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  • Sugar is a barrow-boy who has made a few quid, doesn't make him the brightest tool in the box.

    Alan Sugar backs Brown?

  • In true Decemberists fashion, one of the songs is about a barrow-boy named Eli.

    Saturday Goodness (almost!)

  • So, here he was, Sherlock Holmes on his own again with the dubious assistance of an unlikely trio of Irregulars: a cadaverous Pinkerton who ought to be abed, a diminutive Chinese bookseller with a wide knowledge of arcane topics, and a red-headed modern-day barrow-boy trying out for a part in one of Conan Doyle's bits of airy nonsense.

    Locked Rooms

  • He started as a barrow-boy, he had a flair, and with the aid of Bill-Tasman, Senior, he got to the top.

    Tied Up in Tinsel

  • No one asked me where I came from, which I took as a sign of success, and when I asked the last man, a barrow-boy, where I could catch a bus back to the West,

    For Kicks

  • When I started working on Wall Street it was barrow-boy like with not many mathematicians.

    BBC News - Home

  • "Because I have a Cockney accent I'm perceived as some sort of barrow-boy."

    Sport news, comment and results |

  • Explain then why they were sacrificed to the make-believe world of finance, which absorbed many our best graduates, turning them into barrow-boy traders, or designers of financial gambling instruments that inflated the entire planet with unpayable debt?


  • The barrow-boy English, the cocky banter and the cheeky smile, brings an additional comfort. news business sport the Daily Telegraph newspaper Sunday Telegraph

  • TESTO ORIGINALE Aah You suck my blood like a leech You break the law and you preach Screw my brain till it hurts You've taken all my money - and you want more Misguided old mule With your pigheaded rules With your narrow-minded cronies who are fools Of the first division Death on two legs You're tearing me apart Death on two legs You never had a heart of your own Kill joy, bad guy Big talking, small fry You're just an old barrow-boy Have you found a new toy to replace me Can you face me But now you can kiss my ass goodbye Feel good, are you satisfied? - Business News


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