An awkward, bumbling bloke who hasn't quite yet decided whether he is a goth or a chav. He wears goth t-shirts, but has a dodgy hairstyle - half cropped half spiked - and secretly wears trainers at home!
Although he loves Buahaha, he can't resist sneaking in the odd DJ Sweetie track on his white i-pod.
Although he loves Buahaha, he can't resist sneaking in the odd DJ Sweetie track on his white i-pod.
Mum: Are you going out tonight, love?
Chavigoth: Yeah. I mean, yah!
Mum: Where will you be going, sweetie.
Chavigoth: Maccy D's. I mean, the Death Midnight Club!
Chavigoth: Yeah. I mean, yah!
Mum: Where will you be going, sweetie.
Chavigoth: Maccy D's. I mean, the Death Midnight Club!
by chris firth September 15, 2006

Somebody who considers themself superior to the working class masses of the UK and who deliberately goes to a naff working class pub or venue for a night's entertainment, merely to wake up thankful the next day that what they experienced isn't actually part of their real lifestyle experience.
Henrietta: Hello, Marmaduke. You look tired. Hectic night?
Marmaduke: Yah. Went incognito up to the council estate and visited a public house doing Karaoke. Smoked forty fags, sang five songs, ate fish and chips and made out with a single parent mother.
Henrietta: Yuk! You slummer.
Marmaduke: Yah. Went incognito up to the council estate and visited a public house doing Karaoke. Smoked forty fags, sang five songs, ate fish and chips and made out with a single parent mother.
Henrietta: Yuk! You slummer.
by chris firth October 14, 2006

An excellent experience, usuaslly induced by music, especially skiffle music where the T-chest bass sound induces euphoria.
by chris firth October 05, 2006

1. A sad type of person who spends hours randomly pushing words into google word and image searches because they are so bored - they would call it research.
2. The sadder type of the above in that they only google their own name in multi-varied formats, hoping to discover that they are are famous, or even exist.
2. The sadder type of the above in that they only google their own name in multi-varied formats, hoping to discover that they are are famous, or even exist.
Jim: You seen Herbert lately.
Jon: No, he just stays in doing some kind of weird internet research. He's turned into a right groogle.
Jim: What's his research project?
Jon: He's researching himself. He just hits on Herbert.
Jim: What a groogle!
Jon: No, he just stays in doing some kind of weird internet research. He's turned into a right groogle.
Jim: What's his research project?
Jon: He's researching himself. He just hits on Herbert.
Jim: What a groogle!
by chris firth October 09, 2006

1. Verb - to make someone feel sad by dissing their urban dictionarydefinitions anonymously, from a safe distance away with no come back.
2. Noun: a sad, loser, nerdy type who even his own Mum struggles to love.
2. Noun: a sad, loser, nerdy type who even his own Mum struggles to love.
Mum: You look a bit glum today, petal.
Geeky Kid: Yeah - I added 17 definitions to urban dicitionary dot com and some yorick went and thumb down every one.
Mum: Sometimes I just don't understand what you're saying.
Geeky Kid: (stressing, stomping out of room) See - even you got me as a thumb down!
Geeky Kid: Yeah - I added 17 definitions to urban dicitionary dot com and some yorick went and thumb down every one.
Mum: Sometimes I just don't understand what you're saying.
Geeky Kid: (stressing, stomping out of room) See - even you got me as a thumb down!
by chris firth September 22, 2006

A public washhouse, ie laundrette, where goths without washing machines at home go to wash their clothes.
Gothdrettes only have 'dark wash' facilities, and are open from 11.55pm to 4.55am.
Gothdrettes only have 'dark wash' facilities, and are open from 11.55pm to 4.55am.
Lady Goth: Phew! You smell slightly. Too much petulia!
Smelly Man Goth: Yeah, I know. Sorry. I'm putting all my gear into a bin bag and going to the gothdrette at midnight.
Lay Goth: You putting in your boots??!!
Smelly Man Goth: Don't get dark. No one puts their heels in the gothdrette machines. They come out like death warmed up!
Smelly Man Goth: Yeah, I know. Sorry. I'm putting all my gear into a bin bag and going to the gothdrette at midnight.
Lay Goth: You putting in your boots??!!
Smelly Man Goth: Don't get dark. No one puts their heels in the gothdrette machines. They come out like death warmed up!
by chris firth September 15, 2006

somebody whose humour kills a conversation or party; a person who thinks they are incredibly funny and popular, but who everyone else thinks is a real twat. somebody who laughs at their own jokes, but who no one else finds remotely funny. Derived from the dead clown in Shakespeare's 'Hamlet'
Herbert told us this bad joke about a Chinese dyslexic dairy farmer who bought a herd of woks. Nobody laughed at all. He's a right yorick.
by chris firth August 22, 2006
