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
Any band that sound good, excellent or mind-blowingly brilliant.
After the original skiffle ensamble, The Good Tea Band, who were alleged to have whipped their 50's audiences into a frenzied, hysterical euphoria with their Tea-Chest bass and banjo rhythms, akin to the eastern spiritual 'dervish' experience.
Thus they were banned by the Tempererance Society (Whitby) at the time, but still proved very popular in Staithes (North Yorkshire bohemian coastal village).
After the original skiffle ensamble, The Good Tea Band, who were alleged to have whipped their 50's audiences into a frenzied, hysterical euphoria with their Tea-Chest bass and banjo rhythms, akin to the eastern spiritual 'dervish' experience.
Thus they were banned by the Tempererance Society (Whitby) at the time, but still proved very popular in Staithes (North Yorkshire bohemian coastal village).
Grungy Kid: Seen any good bands lately.
Hip Kid: Yeah. Caught the Arctic Monkeys. Mint!
Grungy Kid: Were they good tea.
Hip Kid: They were the good tea band of this year, dude!
Hip Kid: Yeah. Caught the Arctic Monkeys. Mint!
Grungy Kid: Were they good tea.
Hip Kid: They were the good tea band of this year, dude!
by chris firth December 04, 2006
A public washhouse, ie washeteria, 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 gotheteria at midnight.
Lay Goth: You putting in your boots??!!
Smelly Man Goth: Don't get dark. No one puts their heels in the gotheteria 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 gotheteria at midnight.
Lay Goth: You putting in your boots??!!
Smelly Man Goth: Don't get dark. No one puts their heels in the gotheteria machines. They come out like death warmed up!
by chris firth September 16, 2006
A tranquil time of being blasted, blitzed, drunk, stoned or tripped out without any negative awareness of external social, political or moral intrusions. No bad vibes intrude into the space hour mood. It need not be an actual hour of real time - it could be a few minutes euphoria on crack or metaamphets., or a whole life time just spliffed out from dusk till dawn in front of Nature, a TV or games console.
1. Nothing gets me in my space hour, baby.
2. Traveller: How long have you been sitting here wasted beneath this tree?
Bhuddist Hippy: Oh, all my life. Just a space hour, man.
2. Traveller: How long have you been sitting here wasted beneath this tree?
Bhuddist Hippy: Oh, all my life. Just a space hour, man.
by chris firth September 12, 2006
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
An excellent experience, usuaslly induced by music, especially skiffle music where the T-chest bass sound induces euphoria.
by chris firth October 04, 2006
1. I don't know what Kater Moss sees in Pete - he's a right ugly little stront
2. No you can't have my cell number, you stront.
2. No you can't have my cell number, you stront.
by chris firth August 21, 2006