Someone who cynically grandstands about their unpleasant childhood, by way of fishing for pity or giving an apologia for their heartless or anti-social behaviour. Very trendy in a postmodernist climate. From the character in Dickens' "Hard Times".
Look at that kid on the TV saying that he wouldn't have killed the kid on a joyride if his own mummy had loved him a bit more. What a perfect little Bounderby.
by Fearman August 06, 2007
A really drop-dead gorgeous place to live. A waaaay cool house or flat. A contraction of desirable residence.
by Fearman September 22, 2007
Something spectacularly silly and sublimely expressive of the comical futility of human existence. Like a four headed baby conceived between a couple who couldn't even recognise one another because the grass was too tall (or they had smoked too much of it). An utter disaster.
Little Downs-Syndrome Pepita here is Marcia's little four headed grass accident.
His thirtieth birthday party was a four headed grass accident.
His thirtieth birthday party was a four headed grass accident.
by Fearman February 14, 2008
Sculpture of Anna Livia formerly located midway up O'Connell Street, Dublin, Ireland, consisting of a very long, flowing, stylised female figure in a fountain (Anna Livia being a personification of the River Liffey and by association the city of Dublin). Removed to make way for the O'Connell Street Spike, better known as the Stiletto in the Ghetto, in the year 2002.
We all miss the floozie in the jacuzzi.
by Fearman November 14, 2007
Game which is still winnable by remembering the admonition from a certain franchise starring Keanu Reeves: "There is no spoon."
by Fearman October 26, 2007
Behaviour by members of a religious cult towards potential recruits, whereby the members of the group are at first reluctant to bring up their dogmas or even their cult membership, but try to look sexy or warm-hearted or open-minded (favourite New Age buzzword). Once the new member is befriended, out come the wacky conspiracy theories, the cult line on sex and so on.
She was fifty if she was a day, busty and dressed in sensual scarlet, and asking me about my girlfriends. She was love bombing, of course. She finally got drunk and let slip she was a born-again Christian about two hours later.
by Fearman November 17, 2007
Spiritual and physical void found at the centre of the Sunday Weekly Galaxy in "So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish" by Douglas Adams. Used as the title of Adams's second Dirk Gently novel. At its worst in boarding school. Trust me.
Sorry, but between that crappy lunch and the next crappy dinner, I'm currently experiencing a long dark teatime of the soul.
by Fearman October 15, 2007