Irritating sister of Daniel, and purveyor of identikit, disposable pop crap that you forget about five seconds after the song ends. Doesn't even have the saving grace of being worth a centrefold in FHM.
by OD Smith March 23, 2005
The last, desperate attempt of somebody who is remarkably unfunny to get a cheap laugh. Especially if more than 51% of their act involves them dressing up as women.
About 70% of the characters in Little Britain.
by OD Smith February 16, 2005
Tosser that seems to present 72% of Channel 4's output, especially their 100 Greatest lists, but is about as funny as a case of cholera. He must have a damn good agent, though.
"I wonder who'll be presenting The 100 Greatest Nazi War Atrocities on Channel 4? Oh look, it's that wanker Jimmy Carr. Can't they afford somebody better or something?"
by OD Smith March 07, 2005
by OD Smith March 21, 2005
Former franchise holders of South Eastern railways who were hilariously inept...unless you happened to live in their catchment area and needed to catch a frigging train at some point.
Mercifully, they lost their license and trains started to run at (vaguely) the right time. However, they got the bus franchise in the same area, so sales of umbrellas went up 650% overnight.
Mercifully, they lost their license and trains started to run at (vaguely) the right time. However, they got the bus franchise in the same area, so sales of umbrellas went up 650% overnight.
1.) "Where's my fucking train? It should've been here twenty five minutes ago..."
2.) "Where's my fucking bus? It should've been here twenty five minutes ago..."
2.) "Where's my fucking bus? It should've been here twenty five minutes ago..."
by OD Smith April 06, 2005
A nice part of the English countryside with some stunning views, ruined by having Cheltenham smack bang in the middle of it, proclaiming itself to be "Heart of the Cotswolds".
by OD Smith February 21, 2005
A microcosm of American empire building in Baja California - the part of Mexico they forgot to steal way back when.
Apart from the main drag that lasts about 200 yards, filled with bars, strip clubs and pharmacies (children selling chewing gum on the streets optional), there is literally nothing there. Walk one block either side, and it's like stepping into the Third World, before returning to $1 bottles of Dos Equis in chintzy bars set up for American tourists, students, and people that can't afford a trip to Mexico City or Cancun.
Still, it's the shortest border check on the planet - they don't bother checking, as they know you aren't smuggling anything into the country. It's returning to the US that has the usual body cavity searches...
Apart from the main drag that lasts about 200 yards, filled with bars, strip clubs and pharmacies (children selling chewing gum on the streets optional), there is literally nothing there. Walk one block either side, and it's like stepping into the Third World, before returning to $1 bottles of Dos Equis in chintzy bars set up for American tourists, students, and people that can't afford a trip to Mexico City or Cancun.
Still, it's the shortest border check on the planet - they don't bother checking, as they know you aren't smuggling anything into the country. It's returning to the US that has the usual body cavity searches...
by OD Smith March 17, 2005