A fine person who was born in or currently resides in the most majestic city of Manchester.
Unfortunately, they live not 40 miles away from the utter bastard scum of Liverpool but in their brilliance, continue to prosper as the Capital of the North, even if the scousers come up the East Lancs to nick more tyres.
"Yeah I'm Mancunian you scouse cunt? Eh!!! Where you goin? That's right you fucker, run away!"
1) Somebody from Manchester. England's 6th largest city
2) Somebody who constantly talks about Manchester. They make an effort to tell you that they are (a)a Mancunian and (b)from Manchester, every opportunity they get. These people tend to refrain from "nose blowing".
A typical Mancunian / stranger exchange:
MANCUNIAN: I'm a Mancunian!
STRANGER: What does that word mean?
MANCUNIAN: You know, I'm a Manc, from Manchester (does weird creepy shoulder dance)
STRANGER: So what?
MANCUNIAN: Have you ever been to Manchester, it's amazing, it's the capital of England.
STRANGER: Yes, its wonderful I'm sure, goodbye
MANCUNIAN: So do you want a Big Issue or not?
mancunians don't blow their noses
People from the city of Manchester (in England).
Uhm... can't think of an example. Just (generally) friendly people you might meet on a train or plane somewhere, or, of course, in Manchester.
UK: A person from Manchester.more...
Manchester is a City in the North of England. Originally a Roman settlement the Romans wisely decided to leave it were it was and for hundreds of years it stayed dormant until it erupted like a festering boil during the Industrial Revolution.
The Mancunian women live on Council estates and give birth to between 4-12 young during a lifetime of 40-50 years when they die off from obecity, excessive smoking and atmospheric pollution.
The young are allowed to run free as soon as they learn to walk at an age of 2-3 weeks and spend most of their time stealing, vandalising and spray painting and generally breaking everything in sight.
Despite the occasional temporary appearance of a Mancunian male in these nests, the young are often violent unpredictable creatures and a cattle prod is needed for proper guidance.
On trying to get a female to control its offspring she makes the usual cry off 'eeesGotNoooowareToooGoww!’ and will attempt repeatedly to cross a pair of underdeveloped stubby little arms over her massive pair of overused jugs.
Suggesting perhaps occasionally sending him/her into school for the day elicits a similar response.
The Governments efforts to build schools, colleges, libraries, leisure centres, parks, community centres, crèches in the area and having the biggest football ground in the country still do not help the situation as the females never move far from their daytime soapy television sets to learn of these things. ...