A thumping, throbbing, relentless baseline accompanying some senseless hedonistic dance-tune. Several notes, often two notes an octave apart, are delivered rapidly with some sort of fruity studio effect to increase anal lust. Invented by Frankie Goes To Hollywood, but since borrowed by many artists to seriously camp up their already gay tunes. One can visualise several handlebar moustache homos wearing the shortest shorts grinding on the G-A-Y dance-floor, whose only intentions are of violating some young chicken’s bum-hole with their haggard length.
Hey Kenjamin, you coming down the gym for a guido workout?
No Clive, I just can't dig that gym, the music and clientele are awful, I can't pump iron to that bender beat!
An illegal cab driver who curb crawls central London for drunks and E-heads. He is usually called Tremendous, of African persuasion and his car will have no tax or insurance. Once you have haggled the fair from Islington to Peckham down to 45 quid, you and your six mates will squeeze into his Datsun Cherry and proceed to add the smell of your five donner kebabs to the already pervasive waft of rancid BO, dreadfully disguised with fluffy dice, acting as air freshner.
As soon as Tremendous has traversed Tower Bridge he will be waking you up to ask directions. This is where the violence could potentially start. However this is often avoided, thanks to the can of mace he keeps under the passenger seat. Once Tremendous has applied the mace to your face he then throttles you with the seatbelt, pistol whips you, and rag-dolls you out of the window till all your credit cards fall out. He then, empties all of your friend’s pockets and carries out multiple identity fraud for the next 17 years without getting caught.
He can sometimes be found sniffing lighter-fuel at the wheel.
Hey Batty, did him get troo dem blhurd clhaaart rice'n'peas?
Nah man, me left early and got a scabber home. I'm now wanted by several loan sharks.
The dance you decide to have that makes you miss your last train home.
We were out having a shocking time when Norman thought he noticed a hot chick giving him serious cut eye on the dance floor. Norm suddenly got excited and pogo-ed onto the floor, knocking into people and causing a domino effect. 15 revellers toppled over into a heap. Furious, the hot chick toe-punted him in his tip and threw her Tahiti Ticker cocktail in his face. The bouncers dived on him and proceeded to batter him with bicycle chains until the ambulance arrived.
We got into an all-against-all brawl on the N25 home. I was taken to the London Hospital in a Police helicopter!
Fucking Norm and his Night Bus Dance!!!
1) Possibly the greatest literary term to come out of the 20th Century
2) A great name to chose when you are online gaming. It offends the fuck out of other players but amuses me.
3) An infected body part
1) Where are we, if we did not have Aidscock?
2) I was executing Morons on Half Life 2 with my character Aidscock
3) Did you hear about Eddy Nolan's Aidscock?