We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember The Wanderer
saying something like:

In the West Riding, "cod" was simply a dialect variation of "kid" as in
"kidding", eg "It's a cod".

That's common in Ireland.

Ahh, but the Irish have some delightfully quaint turns of phrase, so that's
not altogether a reliable yardstick.

Ah, shure, sorr.

I should disbelieve my own ears, then?