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
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. PenguinBooks,1992. p. 38)