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Canvey Ginge 

Elusive Red Haired Starfish Bandit, known to inhabit Canvey Island, Essex
Modern day version of the 1950s Canvey Monster
They found her wandering the streets in shock the next day - she had fallen for the siren song of the Canvey Ginge
Canvey Ginge by netmonkey February 17, 2009

Canvey Oyster 

Vagina. Probably needs a wash. Can cause cholera, dysentery, or elaborate and grotesque mutations. Having sex with it is not recommended.
Mate... I wouldn't touch a Canvey Oyster with me mates dick.
Canvey Oyster by ButtCreamAl May 14, 2019

Canvey Island Iced Tea 

An alcoholic drink, made famous by the home town in which it was created - Canvey Island (Essex, UK).
Canvey Island is inhabitted by the peasant underclass, and is the arse hole of Essex. In turn, Essex is the arse hole of England.
Not to be confused with the Lond Island Iced Tea (Vodka, Tequilla, Bacardi, Gin and Cointreau topped off with lime juice and coke) the Canvey Island Iced tea features Meths, Turpentine, Rubbing Alcohol and/or alcohol based hand wash. All topped off with White Lightning (or similar budget priced cider).
Also, in place of the usual garnishes (wedge of lime, ice) the Canvey Island Iced Tea is enhanced by the addition of cigarette butts and the Mother In Law's stray pubes.
Scumbag Father: "Ere, Britney get us some White Spirit from B & Q I fancy a Canvey Island Iced Tea!"
Scumbag Mother: "OK Jason."

Canvey Boy 

The Canvey Boy is a rare and endangered species. Originated from Canvey Island, Essex the species roams the streets of London hunting his prey. Commonly found on the set of Eastenders or at a "bar" in Soho the species is easily identifiable by its distinct ginger hair.
Corr Dave look at that Canvey Boy over there, I bet he has ginger pubes, lets chat him up.
Canvey Boy by ooogabaloooga February 26, 2009

Chocolatey Conveyor

Mr cringe's filthy little chocolate bar that he uses to stir his apple pie
apple pie marvelled at the size of Mr Cringe's Chocolatey Conveyor

Chocolatey Conveyor

A poor excuse for a failed system in which selling tracksuits is more profitable than the factory you’ve spent countless hours building.
Madam, perhaps i could interest you in my *chocolatey conveyor*”