When you are feeling
un-epic (and you are not under the influence of
drugs,
alcohol or other substances) - you are feeling
unwell due to unexplainable causes. You are not due to go down with
influenza, a cold, or other
disease - you can still go to
school or
work but you are not feeling too good. People will say to you: " Crikey you look
rough, are you alright?" You answer by pulling a face and saying: "Not sure - I just feel pretty un-epic, I suppose."
Mum, please don't
hassle me to tidy my room today - I feel pretty
un-epic at the moment."
The type of person who whines and whinges away very loudly in public about something that is utterly irrelevant to everybody in the vicinity. The person whose type of loud whiny voice you just cannot escape from - particularly if you trying to enjoy a meal in a nice restaurant, or if you are on a train journey, or somewhere quiet just trying to read a good book. The 'bleatchild' arrives and his or her voice then infects everyone's personal space for yards and yards around.
"That irritating bleatchild sitting four tables away from us is really going to spoil my meal - are you okay if we just walk out now before ordering? I just can't stand that type of voice!"
"White-coats" are all the specialist doctors you hate going to see because you just know instinctively there is nothing wrong with you - but that the white coats are going to insist on taking gallons of blood off you, and prod you and stick you in noisy machines that give you as headache.
"And after that, it then will be mum carting me off to yet another white-coat, who will prod me around while I’m semi-naked, take litres of blood off me, mutter a lot, and will then prescribe pills to take each day, to calm me down!"
Being germ-polite is when you do not sneeze or cough all over someone next to you when you are full of
flu or
cold germs. Nor do you
sneeze or
cough into your hand and then shake someone else's hand. Neither is your house germ-polite if you allow your cat to walk over the
kitchen surfaces or the dining room table without then
wiping them clean. Nor are you germ-polite if you stroke your cat or dog or other pet and then, without first
washing your hands, you touch food that other people are going to eat.
Crikey - I hate going to eat at that person's house - it's not germ-polite. They let that horrible, dribbly cat of theirs walk all over their kitchen work surfaces. And no I am not a paranoid-android I just don't like people sharing their germs with me!
'Fedupness' is what mothers get filled up with when they constantly have to tell a child off for being disobedient. The child, however, of course thinks it's totally unfair for the mother to be like that.
"Mum's full of fedupness again. Had a real go at me last night for no reason at all."
A person who has nothing good to say about almost anything or anyone, and who usually manages to say it in such a vicious or extremely sarcastic way that those people who are listening always want to make immediate excuses to leave and be somewhere else
"She is a right addermouth that one - probably been like it since birth"
A person (usually an adult) who is so terribly overweight and cumbersome that you just know the mattress wont be able to take the strain and that the bed will audibly crack and then sag like a broken matchstick when the overweight person gets onto it - usually by throwing themselves backwards onto the bed.
Wow! Look at the gross size of that man - bet he's a bed-killer.
