The door flew open, and there was a bloke with spectacles on his face and all round the spectacles an expression of strained anguish. A bloke with a secret sorrow.
She messed around with a bloke named Smoky.
It was a Cockney bloke who had never seen a cow till he came inside. Cragg said it took some blokes like that, and city fellows are the worse.
As her current bloke was turning out better than expected, I didn't see much of her lately.
‘The Bloke’ is a certain kind of Australian or New Zealand male. [...] The Classic Bloke is not a voluble beast. His speech patterns are best described as infrequent but colorful. [...] ¶ The Bloke is pragmatic rather than classy. [...] ¶ Most of all, the Bloke does not whinge.