The truth is, they're about to arrest a poor blighter for killing your friend, who wasn't in the tableau, either.

I mean, those poor blighters wanted so badly to learn, just to read and write and do a few sums.

"Do the poor blighter good to have a night out, don't you think?"

Well these poor blighters who got flooded who could do with the wind to dry the houses out couldn't they?

Andrew lifted his glass and said softly, I give you those poor blighters out there in the mud.

We'll see how many of the poor blighters we can bag tonight.

So, just think of the poor blighters' consternation when they advanced with hand outstretched, only to find themselves clutching at air.

We had to have the pigeons because there was somewhere in the aircraft for the poor little blighters to sit.

At least we can help the poor blighter.

It must have been an awful suck in for that poor blighter, Shemmonds.