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a monster of a person; an ugly, malformed or mutated person circa 2000AD's Strontium Dogs.
1. I don't know what Kater Moss sees in Pete - he's a right ugly little stront
2. No you can't have my cell number, you stront.
40π 12π
time spent on-line on the www, or on a computer game or computer activity; time experienced subjectively while on line that feels short, but has been much longer in real time
1. in e-time it seemed like I'd been online for 5 minutes, when in real time six hours had passed
2. I spent 2 hours e-time in this beautiful electraglade I stumbled upon.
36π 10π
somebody whose humour kills a conversation or party; a person who thinks they are incredibly funny and popular, but who everyone else thinks is a real twat. somebody who laughs at their own jokes, but who no one else finds remotely funny. Derived from the dead clown in Shakespeare's 'Hamlet'
Herbert told us this bad joke about a Chinese dyslexic dairy farmer who bought a herd of woks. Nobody laughed at all. He's a right yorick.
97π 86π
Any band that sound good, excellent or mind-blowingly brilliant.
After the original skiffle ensamble, The Good Tea Band, who were alleged to have whipped their 50's audiences into a frenzied, hysterical euphoria with their Tea-Chest bass and banjo rhythms, akin to the eastern spiritual 'dervish' experience.
Thus they were banned by the Tempererance Society (Whitby) at the time, but still proved very popular in Staithes (North Yorkshire bohemian coastal village).
Grungy Kid: Seen any good bands lately.
Hip Kid: Yeah. Caught the Arctic Monkeys. Mint!
Grungy Kid: Were they good tea.
Hip Kid: They were the good tea band of this year, dude!
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1. A sad type of person who spends hours randomly pushing words into google word and image searches because they are so bored - they would call it research.
2. The sadder type of the above in that they only google their own name in multi-varied formats, hoping to discover that they are are famous, or even exist.
Jim: You seen Herbert lately.
Jon: No, he just stays in doing some kind of weird internet research. He's turned into a right groogle.
Jim: What's his research project?
Jon: He's researching himself. He just hits on Herbert.
Jim: What a groogle!
135π 47π
A public washhouse, ie washeteria, where goths without washing machines at home go to wash their clothes.
Gothdrettes only have 'dark wash' facilities, and are open from 11.55pm to 4.55am.
Lady Goth: Phew! You smell slightly. Too much petulia!
Smelly Man Goth: Yeah, I know. Sorry. I'm putting all my gear into a bin bag and going to the gotheteria at midnight.
Lay Goth: You putting in your boots??!!
Smelly Man Goth: Don't get dark. No one puts their heels in the gotheteria machines. They come out like death warmed up!
26π 12π
An awkward, bumbling bloke who hasn't quite yet decided whether he is a goth or a chav. He wears goth t-shirts, but has a dodgy hairstyle - half cropped half spiked - and secretly wears trainers at home!
Although he loves Buahaha, he can't resist sneaking in the odd DJ Sweetie track on his white i-pod.
Mum: Are you going out tonight, love?
Chavigoth: Yeah. I mean, yah!
Mum: Where will you be going, sweetie.
Chavigoth: Maccy D's. I mean, the Death Midnight Club!
23π 6π