chris firth's definitions
1. angerland
The country experienced by inhabitants of England (UK)who feel sidelined or marginalised by the norms, constraints and political controls imposed by the ruling government or over-heavy bueracratic system; the inner experience people in England (or any other country) who experience a sensation of anger and frustration inflicted by their nation's prevalent cultural status. Muslims, Islamists and economic migrants\immigrants often find themselves dwelling in this country.
The country experienced by inhabitants of England (UK)who feel sidelined or marginalised by the norms, constraints and political controls imposed by the ruling government or over-heavy bueracratic system; the inner experience people in England (or any other country) who experience a sensation of anger and frustration inflicted by their nation's prevalent cultural status. Muslims, Islamists and economic migrants\immigrants often find themselves dwelling in this country.
Bank Clerk: Right. Let's fill this in. Where do you come from?
Mohammed: What do you mean by come from?
Bank Clerk: I mean that I can't let you open a current bank account until I know where you live.
Mohammed: Ah, OK. I live in Angerland. It's a county where I'm not even allowed to demonstrate my opposition to the government, and am inclined to be made to feel as though as I should hold my head in shame.
Bank Clerk: Fine. I'm spelling that - is it A - N - G - A - L- A -...
(Mohammed sighs in despair and raises his eyes skyward, whispering 'Allah karim!').
Mohammed: What do you mean by come from?
Bank Clerk: I mean that I can't let you open a current bank account until I know where you live.
Mohammed: Ah, OK. I live in Angerland. It's a county where I'm not even allowed to demonstrate my opposition to the government, and am inclined to be made to feel as though as I should hold my head in shame.
Bank Clerk: Fine. I'm spelling that - is it A - N - G - A - L- A -...
(Mohammed sighs in despair and raises his eyes skyward, whispering 'Allah karim!').
by chris firth March 8, 2007

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.
2. No you can't have my cell number, you stront.
by chris firth August 21, 2006

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.
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!
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!
by chris firth September 16, 2006

Somebody who considers themself superior to the working class masses of the UK and who deliberately goes to a naff working class pub or venue for a night's entertainment, merely to wake up thankful the next day that what they experienced isn't actually part of their real lifestyle experience.
Henrietta: Hello, Marmaduke. You look tired. Hectic night?
Marmaduke: Yah. Went incognito up to the council estate and visited a public house doing Karaoke. Smoked forty fags, sang five songs, ate fish and chips and made out with a single parent mother.
Henrietta: Yuk! You slummer.
Marmaduke: Yah. Went incognito up to the council estate and visited a public house doing Karaoke. Smoked forty fags, sang five songs, ate fish and chips and made out with a single parent mother.
Henrietta: Yuk! You slummer.
by chris firth October 14, 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

After Branwell Bronte.
Yorkshire slang for an intellecual, drug addled, boozed-up waster, (of which there are many here) or one with pretentions of being such - after the infamous opium guzzling brother of the Bronte sisters, who allegedy wrote the novel 'Wuthering Heights but was too wrecked to notice that his sister published it under her name!
Yorkshire slang for an intellecual, drug addled, boozed-up waster, (of which there are many here) or one with pretentions of being such - after the infamous opium guzzling brother of the Bronte sisters, who allegedy wrote the novel 'Wuthering Heights but was too wrecked to notice that his sister published it under her name!
(Two old mates meet in a chance encounter at the bar)
Jim-bob: Yo, Marmaduke. How ya doing?
Marmaduke: Hey, I'm fine mate. How's your Ralph?
Jim-bob: Ah, he's always mashed and on the lash these days.
Marmaduke: Yeah, I heard he's turned into a bit of a Branwell.
Jim-bob: Yo, Marmaduke. How ya doing?
Marmaduke: Hey, I'm fine mate. How's your Ralph?
Jim-bob: Ah, he's always mashed and on the lash these days.
Marmaduke: Yeah, I heard he's turned into a bit of a Branwell.
by chris firth January 25, 2007

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
