Extreme form of wingnut or screwball. Used of such varied figures as Timothy Treadwell, Anne Coulter or Fred Phelps, as well as countless less famous or infamous personalities.
After decades of fad diets, an addiction to homeopathy and an unbreakable certainty that the world is jointly in the hands of the Jews, the Masons, the Rosicrucians and green lizards from zeta reticuli f, you can understand that my sister is a complete wingnutscrewballsup.
by Fearman April 04, 2008
Expression used of someone who has met a sad end in fact or fiction. After a line from Hannibal Lecter in Thomas Harris's "The Silence of the Lambs", on the subject of Benjamin Raspail. Lecter had Raspail over for dinner and later commented, "Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere."
He jumped off a cliff and blew himself up with a bellyful of dynamite halfway down. Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere.
by Fearman August 03, 2007
Attractive but bland Irish actor. From Navan, County Meath. Played James Bond in four movies. Looked perfect in the posters, don't know about the movies; he was a kind of generic Bond without much bite. The first one was a good enough revamp in its way. The second was made by its villain (who, uniquely among Bond baddies, was genuinely scary) into possibly the cream of the franchise. As for the latter two ... what happened?
by Fearman August 03, 2007
Derogatory term used in Ireland to describe anyone who believes British (i.e. English) culture, goods or whatever to be invariably superior to their Irish counterparts. Not necessarily living in Dublin, although the capital boasts at least its fair share of them.
Nicola is a right West Brit. She has been living in County Cork for the last nine years and she still gets her milk and bread direct from Surrey.
by Fearman October 16, 2007
Expression frequently used when working with a slow working computer. From Leon's line in Blade Runner.
Come on, you useless hunk of plastic and silicon, load the sucker! Hurry up and wake up! time to die!
by Fearman November 03, 2007
Something utterly ridiculous, ludicrous and otherwise beyond the pale, thought up either by someone blotto out of their mind trying to make their way home on a moonlit night, or someone impersonating them.
She's trying to give me the same old moonspin about how she couldn't help it, the bottle of Jack Daniels just jumped on her.
More of this moonspin about Creationism and that on the telly.
More of this moonspin about Creationism and that on the telly.
by Fearman January 11, 2008
Epic song of love and the Apocalypse, from the hands of Genesis in 1972, in the good old days when Peter Gabriel was fronting the business. 23 minutes of sheer outrageous clashing bliss.
by Fearman November 05, 2007