Rather common, potentially fearsome and almost entirely insane lower-class countryside dweller wont to shouting "GET ARFF MOY LARND!" and pointing a 12-bore at one. Fond of tractors, cider and unpleasant acts with farmyard creatures, he or she serves a purpose. Quite whatthat is, apart from making a good beater and emptying the slurry pit occasionally, is moot.
Not to be confused with the Barbourian
, which is a far higher caste of rural inhabitant altogether.
Better somehow, than town-centric, SUV-driving types, whose prisitne vehicles climb nothing higher than the kerb outside the local Waitrose.
Referred to in Blur's Coffee and TV, the agri-yob also features in the film Straw Dogs and in Waugh's novel Scoop.
From Coffee and TV:
"Do you go to the country?
It isn't very far.
There's people there who will hurt you
Cos of who you are…"
The sound a Tranq makes as it speeds off towards its victim
Repeat if necessary
The root of the noun refugeebee is an amalgam of refugee and GB – short for Great Britain.
A refugeebee is not simply a Briton who has gone to live abroad; the term expat or expatriate covers such people adequately.
A refugeebee is generally assumed to be a Briton who has either exiled him- or herself ex of the UK, or – in some cases – perhaps fled to other shores.
This phrase does not appear to have been used before 2004 and has, to date, been used very infrequently, with the contributor having found one reference in The Telegraph Property section of April 9, 2005.
The writer of the article was Michael White.
“The refugeebees of Phuket or Provence are the same; they whine about the lack of Tetley Teabags and McVitie’s Digestive Biscuits on the supermarket shelves.”
NB Contributor's example.
Antonym of chivalrous. The quality of being a chav.
I hold doors open for ladies and am therefore chivalrous. You, you "souped-up" Citroen Saxo driver, you wearer of faux Burberry, you drinker of crap cider, you denizen of a sink estate, you comon oaf, are chavalrous. Begone!
A wax-jacketed, huntin', fishin' shootin' type, such as me, of the English countryside, who loves to indulge in all things bucolic and preserving of the rural landscape, including killing and eating as much of it as possible. As me, quite possibly ex-Army, wont to driving old Land Rovers, being rather poor and fond of cord trousers and tweed if a chap and nice skirts and floppy straw hats if a chappette.
Not to be confused with the agri-yob, which is a lower caste of countryside dweller altogether.
Not, either, to be confused with Barbar the Elephant.
William Boot, erstwhile and unlikely hero of Waugh's novel Scoop and the writer of "Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole", might well be described, by today's standards, as a Barbourian.
Another bastardised nouveau noun, this time "culture" and "entrepreneur".
It is, according to the website of a marketing and promotions company as "…the dialogue between the arts and business."
Hateful, and it has me reaching for my pistol.
Perhaps the Saatchi Brothers are good exemplars of "culturepreneurs".
September 04, 2005
Typothermia is the condition when one:
makes repeated typographical errors on keyboard (especially on a small keyboard, such as a mobile phone, BlackBerry
, iPhone & c
cannot use a touch-sensitive screen
because of cold climatic conditions when one's fingers become too numb.
It's so cold that I keep misspelling words as I tweet. Yes, I'm suffering from 'typothermia.'