Limavady is a charming, corpse filled market town in the North West of Ireland. It is populated entirely by battered face degenerates with barely detectable birth defects, and hearts constructed of nothing but pettiness and a deeply suppressed urge to masturbate on their neighbours' rosary beads.
Don't go to Limavady, lest you should masturbate on Hilda's rosary beads!
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)