A seaside town with beautiful harbour, on the North coast of Devon. Busy with tourists and full of local charm. I enjoy many holidays here and its the friendly faces that make me feel welcome.
A spot on the arse of England, populated by the roughest bunch of scratters & chavs you could ever wish to meet. Every evening all you can hear is the sound of punch-ups, and peoples heads being put through shop windows. Also the dog-shit capital of Europe, where a walk down any pavement becomes a game of hopscotch.
(Ilfracombe is) the seaside town that they forgot to bomb. Come, come, come, nuclear bomb! - Morrissey, Everyday Is Like Sunday
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
FRIEND A: "Did you just take a stealthie of me?"
FRIEND B (turning phone around): "no I was just using snapchat's new filter, see?"