On Friday 12th November 2004, i met the hardest and most solid man in my life. With his sexy greyish/black barnet, huge biceps and earpiece, he certainly looked like he could knock out Arnold Schwarzenegger anyday.
He came along looking to confiscate cans of beer from underage drinkers, only to walk away empty handed (making a complete tit out of himself). He did scare everyone though and stopped them from underage drinking ever again.
He went back in his car and started to feel how incredibly massive his biceps are. they were huge. and he looked ever harder with that haircut and ear piece.
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)