A mysterious yet fantastical society of actors and comedians who all seem to live in Liverpool. No one is sure of their exact purpose or why they are called LUDS, yet they seem to set out in the world to entertain and educate the masses (or at least a good percentage of the student population). LUDS produces a lot of different types of entertainment live, which all seem to fall under the title 'thing'.
Maeve: Hey man, wanna go see the next big LUDS thing?
Joey: Sure why not, I've heard it's got Martin in it.
Maeve: Martin, Oh boy I think he's just great!
Joey: Me too.
Charlotte: Me too.
Maeve: I love Martin, I just wish he'd love me back the bastard, instead he just keeps chasing other girls and asking me for advice!
Joey: there there Maeve.
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!
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)