Overly opinionated and mouthy peckerwood/redneck that doesn't see anything abnormal about the habitual meetings behind the barn for a buggering session with his Uncle Dad.
"I can't get that no'countgoddam jackbait Randall to do any fencewalkin'"
Jackbit is Wiganese for food, Wigan is a town in the North est of England, famous for it's friendly, beer swigging , pie-eating folk....and George Formby...oh, and a Pier that isn't a Pier
I'm feeling reet klempt, let's get some jackbit from't shop'...a translation of this ' I'm feeling terribly hungry old chap, let us get some food from the localfood establishment
A toe rag was originally a foot wrapping used, since mediaeval times up until the mid-nineteenth century, to protect the foot from chafing by boots or shoes. As these were, quite literally, rags they weren’t usually washed, and so with use they became very smelly until they were thrown away. Because of the similarity in smell, toe rag also became the name applied to dried, salted cod or other things with a strong, unpleasant, fishy smell. It didn’t take that long before the name was applied to someone who was an obnoxious, unpleasant OIC.
1 “Socks! Those aren’t socks you smelly git, they’re toe rags!”
2 “What have you been cooking? Smells like toe rag!”
3 “I can smell ‘er fanny from ‘ere, proper toe rag.”
4 That Heale Malcolm is a right toe rag.