Babber

We began the business of settling in. Tom took to watching over the babber, when it wasn't getting its milk.

That babber of mine has been starting to talk lately and this morning when he saw me he said "da da da" very clearly! Proud moment.

Ow bis me babber? […] How's it going?

In the 2007 World Cup quarter-final against Australia, Andy Sheridan almost destroyed Aussie prop Matt Dunning in the first scrum, and as they broke up Andy was heard to say, “And you've got another seventy-nine minutes of f****** agony to look forward to, my babber.”

Look, babber, I reckon there's been some sort of mistake. I'm not carrying on with nobody.

'Sir, I'm going to end this call …' / 'Come on babber … Honey baby!'

Another way of taking eels, and by far the more ingenious, is that known as "babbing," or "bobbing." A series of large worms are strung on cobbler's worsted and coiled into a knot. […] I have known a couple of "babbers" to take as many as four or five stone of eels in a single night.

It was pretty, too, to watch the lights in the town going out one by one, until, to borrow from Gray again, the world was left to darkness and to me, and the other eel-babbers.