The Jerry Springer style street 'discussions' chavs and bag heads have with one another, normally at about 2am just underneath your fuckingwindow, lasting for about 3 hours and involving massive amounts of personal detail nobody should ever need to know about a neighbour, and bottles.
Aw fuck, the stupid drug fucked oxygen thieves are having a 2am chavscussion about who's kid's who's again, your turn to call in the pigs, man.
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. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)