Then there is a cheeker which takes the meat off the cheek.

He had a Polish Schreiber, a homosexual who was attended to by a Pipel, a German Gypsy who was the Schreiber's valet, his cook, his shoe shine boy, his lover, and his alternate, in which capacity he proved to be as much of a trouble to us as his boss. […] None of Kapo Rudi's three Pipels was German, but, knowing what was good for them, they learned all the songs by rote.

And, girl. My lord. Lowborn girls say m'lord, not my lord. If you're going to pose as a commoner, you should do it properly.

Kevin Doyle cut inside and drove a third, Matt Jarvis hammered in a fourth and David Jones lashed in deep into injury time to wrap it up.