From the mid to late 1970s. When a person has eaten their fill of a meal, their body creates an inner shudder at the thought of a further mouthful.
"Would you care for a wafer-thin mint, Mr. Kreosote?"
"No thanks you, I've just had a spasm, I couldn't eat another thing".
"No thanks you, I've just had a spasm, I couldn't eat another thing".
by chris wheelie April 21, 2005

Female genitalia. Have only ever heard this phrase used by Sex Pistols' guitarist Steve Jones, whilst on an American Radio Station. Possibly originating from South London & The Home Counties circa 1960s, though sounds of a much earlier century, perhaps 18th?
by chris wheelie April 21, 2005

The ultimate degree to which an individual is pummelled/ kicked-in/ beaten-up... The last word in a complete and utter kicking... Of UK origin but, believe me, there is no escape...
Goodness! You should've seen those old/bald geezers going mental... After reading that embarrassing and patronizing claptrap penned by Ethan P., the creaky fellas went apeshit and kicked seven shades of shit out of him. Everyone applauded, including the pacifists. That'll make the ageist cunt think twice before spouting such drivel again.
by Chris Wheelie September 16, 2005

A childish term for a hideous cherub or picture of a sickly-sweet baby or seraph. The sort that puts you off your meal.
by chris wheelie April 21, 2005

by chris wheelie April 28, 2005

Person of individual or eccentric demeanour found freqenting every major (and often minor) bus park or station throughout the globe. Living in their own special world, said Bus Station Loony will happily occupy each daylight hour shuffling throughout every corner of their domain. They love to be among people, but are inept at standard social intercourse, therefore will mumble to themselves, sing, hold conversations with inanimate objects and generally put the willies up any average commuter.
Also any member of the long-running British punk band, The Bus station Loonies. The similarities are several thousandfold.
Also any member of the long-running British punk band, The Bus station Loonies. The similarities are several thousandfold.
Whilst waiting for the number 84 to Tavistock, I had to occupy my time by trying to avoid the Bus Station Loony at Bretonside Station. The poor soul reeked of urine and kept insisting I came to their gig that night.
by chris wheelie April 30, 2005

An emmission of wind from the anus. A slightly more polite version of fart. Origins are from young children in the London area, recently adopted in parts of Greece.
by chris wheelie April 21, 2005
