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.
2. I spent 2 hours e-time in this beautiful electraglade I stumbled upon.
by chris firth August 14, 2006
a digital space where a browser or surfer finds something interesting or pleasant, and dwells there quite some e-time, and comes away feeling refreshed or relaxed. Like spending an hour in a quiet forest glade, but in a virtual environment.
1. I came across this really sweet artist's electraglade while browsing on the web last night - I spent hours just looking at the amazing pictures there.
2. Mum: Come on out from that electraglade - your supper's ready.
Kid: coming (click) ...aah. That place was mint.
2. Mum: Come on out from that electraglade - your supper's ready.
Kid: coming (click) ...aah. That place was mint.
by chris firth August 14, 2006
1. Verb - to make somebody feel good by clicking the thumb up icon on urbandictionary.com next to a word they have placed there.
2. Noun - a physical inication from another human that something useful and worthwhile has been achieved
2. Noun - a physical inication from another human that something useful and worthwhile has been achieved
by chris firth September 16, 2006
1. Fagger: I'm out of cigarettes and need a smoke.
Fagger's Mate: Ha! And all the shops are closed.
Fagger: No they're not. The lalah corner shop is open all night.
2. You've got to watch those lalahs - they all carry knives.
Fagger's Mate: Ha! And all the shops are closed.
Fagger: No they're not. The lalah corner shop is open all night.
2. You've got to watch those lalahs - they all carry knives.
by chris firth November 06, 2006
1. A personal awareness that ones breath does not smell good, either having imbibed tea, alcohol, mints, but usually coffee.
2. Smelly, coffee breath, as experiened by school pupils when their teachers speak to them within sniffing distance just after morning break.
2. Smelly, coffee breath, as experiened by school pupils when their teachers speak to them within sniffing distance just after morning break.
Check out girl: Seventeen pounds and thirty three p, please.
Shopper: Here you go, love. (stoops too low as handing over cash). Sorry about my teacher breath.
Check out girl: No worries (but thinking: Urgh. This stront mings of coffee.
Shopper: Here you go, love. (stoops too low as handing over cash). Sorry about my teacher breath.
Check out girl: No worries (but thinking: Urgh. This stront mings of coffee.
by chris firth September 23, 2006
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.
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!
Chavigoth: Yeah. I mean, yah!
Mum: Where will you be going, sweetie.
Chavigoth: Maccy D's. I mean, the Death Midnight Club!
by chris firth September 15, 2006
A tranquil time of being blasted, blitzed, drunk, stoned or tripped out without any negative awareness of external social, political or moral intrusions. No bad vibes intrude into the space hour mood. It need not be an actual hour of real time - it could be a few minutes euphoria on crack or metaamphets., or a whole life time just spliffed out from dusk till dawn in front of Nature, a TV or games console.
1. Nothing gets me in my space hour, baby.
2. Traveller: How long have you been sitting here wasted beneath this tree?
Bhuddist Hippy: Oh, all my life. Just a space hour, man.
2. Traveller: How long have you been sitting here wasted beneath this tree?
Bhuddist Hippy: Oh, all my life. Just a space hour, man.
by chris firth September 12, 2006