Oojah

Expect I shall get a raspberry from the old Oojah if I arrive (with the milk) blotto. Never mind, I have not had a backshee binge for years!

Oh, look! your bag's opened itself wide and all the little oojahs have gone down the steps.

DAPHNE. I say, old bean, where’s the oojah? MARK. The oojah? DAPHNE: The om-tiddly-om-pom.

CUT-THE-RASHER: Aye, indeed – Mary Doyle’s missing her bit of comfort. MRS DOYLE: G’long you dirty-minded ould hoojah. That’s one thing anyway: we won’t have to be putting up with you once we leave the lane.

I’ve seen blokes in hot countries go clean round the oojar because of the perverted practices of native women.