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scratching

a percussive effect obtained by rotating a gramophone record manually: a disc-jockey and dub technique
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That about the scratching I don't understand; but I suppose it must be one of the ill-turns the wicked enchanters are always doing your worship; when we meet I shall know all about it.
"None escape," said the Ape-man, scratching his calf.
Some chickens were clucking outside the windows, scratching for bits of gravel in the grass.
"Why, yes," returned the captain, scratching his head; "and making a large allowance, sir, for all the gifts of Providence, I should say we were pretty close hauled."
However, I once caught a young male of three years old, and endeavoured, by all marks of tenderness, to make it quiet; but the little imp fell a squalling, and scratching, and biting with such violence, that I was forced to let it go; and it was high time, for a whole troop of old ones came about us at the noise, but finding the cub was safe (for away it ran), and my sorrel nag being by, they durst not venture near us.
"Verily, your lordship," said Robin, scratching his head, "I have enjoyed your company so much, that I scarce know how to charge for it."
Slowly, slowly it drew near, scratching against the walls and tapping the furniture.
While the German market has bratwurst and the craft market has Cumberland sausage and pork scratchings.
NIGEL Farage has revealed he would rather snack on pork scratchings than bite into biscuits.
IT'S a dream come true for peckish pub goers - pork scratchings have been reinvented as a super food.
But one of the great pleasures of life after a hard day's toil at the computer screen is a couple of pints of real ale in the local pub, washing down some scratchings.
As it happens, I am deeply concerned about both, since after many years of reflection I have concluded that heaven for me would be sitting in a deckchair on a beach, drinking a glass of cool (but not cold) English ale, eating a big bag of pork scratchings and watching a group of underdressed young ladies playing volleyball.