But I don’t put up with malarkey, between my stepkids and my natural ones or anywhere else in the family.
The shots were emailed direct from his handset to a Sunday newspaper's newsdesk, and (in time-honoured tabloid alliterese) the immoral miscreant's extramarital malarkey was all over the media in a matter of minutes.
There’s always malarkey lurking, bubbles in the cesspool, fetid bubbles that pop and smell.
Do you think anyone is willing to listen to that malarkey?