Cakehole

Shut your cakehole.

"Proceed to the traffic lights and turn right." "Shut your cakehole! Stupid satnav. I'm going straight on." "Go straight on. Go to the end of the street. Turn around. Proceed to the traffic lights and turn left."

Shut your cakehole! We've heard enough!

He shoved another sandwich down his cakehole.

“And what about the nuns?” he asked, wickedly. / “They’re getting reformed!” She refilled his cup. “Sugar?” / “What a memory! One lump, please.” Piers passed her a bun. “Put that in your cake-hole. The nicest one I’ve ever kissed!”

One was surprised, she says, to see Cherie filling her cakehole with a helping of each of the three puddings on offer.