Muzzy, adj. (common).—Half-tipsy; dull with drink. For synonyms see
Drinks and Screwed.
1730. Jas. Miller, Humours of Oxford, Act I. p. 7 (2nd ed.). Your
fellows of colleges are a parcel of sad, muzzy, humdrum, lazy,
ignorant, old caterpillars.
1770. Foote, Lame Lover, i. Picking our teeth, after a damned muzzy
dinner at Boodle’s.
1789. G. Parker, Life’s Painter, ‘The Bunter’s Christening.’ Long
Ned, and Dust-Cart Chloe, ... With whom came muzzy Tom.
1829. Buckstone, Billy Taylor, i. The constable of the night is at
a ball, The keeper of the watchhouse down at Brighton, And all our
brethren muzzy.
1849. Thackeray, Pendennis, v. The captain was not only
unaccustomed to tell the truth,—he was unable even to think it—and
fact and fiction reeled together in his muzzy, whiskified brain.
1889. Lic. Vict. Gaz., 18 Jan. My little game was very simple—just
to sham being muzzy and sulky.
My Aunt (Aunt Jones or Mrs. Jones), subs. phr. (common).—The W.C.; Mrs.
Jones (q.v.).
My Bloater. See Bloater.
My eye! intj. (common).—An exclamation of surprise. See All my eye.
1819. Moore, Tom Crib. 36. My eyes! how prettily Tom writes.
1847. Halliwell, Arch. & Prov. Words, s.v.
1876. M. E. Braddon, Joshua Haggard, ch. vii. ‘Such juicy steak,
and lots of potato!... My eye, ain’t I hungry!’
1892. F. Anstey, Voces Populi, ‘In the Mall on Drawing-Room Day,’
p. 82. Look at the dimonds all over ’er bloomin’ old nut. My eye!
Myla, subs. (tramps’).—See Miler.
Myll. See Mill.
My Lord. See Lord.
My Nabs. See Nabs.
Mynt. See Mint.
My pippin. See Pippin.
Myrmidon, subs. (old).—See quot. 1811.
1809. Byron, English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. ‘When Little’s
leadless pistol met his eye And Bow Street myrmidons stood laughing
by.’
1811. Lex. Bal., s.v. The constable’s assistants, watchmen etc.
My stars and Garters. See Star.
Mystery, subs. (common).—A sausage. Also mystery-bag.
English synonyms. Bags of mystery; chambers of horrors; darbies; dogs
(dog’s meat or dog’s body); mystery-bags; Sharps-Alley blood-worms;
sore-leg.
1887. Henley, Culture in the Slums. ‘O crikey, Bill!’ she ses to
me, she ses. ‘Look sharp,’ ses she, ‘with them there sossiges. Yea!
sharp with them there bags of mysteree!’
1889. Sportsman, 2 Feb. But the mystery-bags of Sieur X, if we are
to believe the common report, were far from being fragrant. This
gentleman has been sentenced to six months’ imprisonment for
‘making sausages of tainted meat.’
My tulip. See Tulip.
My uncle. See Uncle.
My unconverted friend. See Unconverted friend.
My wig. See Wig.