1983, Raymond McClean, The road to Bloody Sunday, page 119:
I was going up the town to buy some messages.
1987, Pulpsmith, volume 6, page 275:
A South African woman, just married to an Irishman and newly arrived in this country, was shocked when her husband told her, "I just saw yer man in the shop when I was getting the messages (groceries)." "My what?" "Yer man. (..)"
*1995, (w), Morvern Callar, Vintage 2015, p. 9:
A woman with a well-to-do south voice told me to wash my soily hands before touching her messages.