In Brexit mythology, Sunlit Uplands is the dwelling of both false idols (politicians) and idealogues ( tabloid reading tossers). It is comparable to Asgard in Norse mythology, Mount Olympus in Greek mythology and Heaven in Abrahamic mythology. Only the truly faithful may apparently get a chance to enter and gaze at the elusive untold fortunes - and unicorns.
No of course I haven’t seen the fucking Sunlit Uplands of Brexit, or fucking unicorns; because it was always going to be bollocks! Just like all the other mythical shit people fall for.
"Ugandan discussions" is a euphemism for sex coined during the early 1970s by the satirical British magazine "Private Eye".
The basis of the term arose at a party in London hosted by Neal Ascherson at which Irish moralist and journalist Mary Kenny, during her early, wild phase, spent some time upstairs with a former Ugandan government minister. On rejoining the other guests, Kenny explained their absence by saying they were "upstairs discussing Uganda".
— Where are they?
— I believe they slipped away for some private Ugandan discussions.
— She looks like she was dragged through a hedge backwards!
— She was upstairs discussing the situation in Uganda, allegedly.
An 8 ounce claw hammer. Predominantly used by ugandan bank robbers who use them to break open bulletproof glass barriers (even if that barrier is used to protect a bank teller sitting inside a counter enclosure made of cardboard).
Robber: You betta opan dis door.
Teller: No bruder.
Robber: I have a key.... Ugandan key (breaks open da door).
A great place to live if you are an extreme homophobe, known for it's extreme hate of the LGBT Community, forcing all the gays to live in the slums of Uganda.
I went to Uganda to talk to and interview the guy behind the Anti-Gay Bill, I told him I was gay, but he sent goons to raid a hotel to find the interview tape, and destroy it along with me. Luckily they raided the wrong hotel.