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'Gone south.' 'Lost it.' 'Non compos mentis.'
This term reflects the fact (for some) that
functioning (in whatever capacity) can be
severely limited on this day because of
its historic role as a down-easy day.
The term is not restricted to Sundays. It is
a cognate of the verb 'to sunday', meaning
'to underdo', 'to function at a low level'.
This term reflects the fact (for some) that
functioning (in whatever capacity) can be
severely limited on this day because of
its historic role as a down-easy day.
The term is not restricted to Sundays. It is
a cognate of the verb 'to sunday', meaning
'to underdo', 'to function at a low level'.
sundayed by Ward Smith March 1, 2009
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or
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fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
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You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)