Red Horsing is the ability to show utter contempt for the institution that you work for by leathering 6-10 cans of premium high strength, low budget lager on a weekday evening, leading to slurred speech, plethora's of expletives, and general antisocial behavior but ensuring full trust in one's own capability to do the job the following day. Red Horsing usually is associated with some butter chicken dish.
'Sham, did you see Damo last night?'
'You mean Dame Laura Davies?'
'You wouldn't have said that to him last night, he was Red Horsing it and had the boxing gloves on.'
'Oh no, not again'
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)