(Sting) "Hi, I'm Sting and I have Voyeuristic tendencies."
(Group) "Hi, Sting."
(Sting) "I will follow you every 12th step you make...every bathroom break, every roofie you take, every orgasm you fake... I'll be watching you."
(Group) (**distant sound of crickets chirping***)
He is a skinflint and hardly goes shopping in a chic market; however, he visits such a market so as to enjoy himself by watching other shoppers. In other words, he likes voyeuristic shopping.
Screen-voyeurist – a person actively practicing to observe personal life of people through spying on their screens in public transport, office or at home.
When traveling in public transport, observer’s view unwittingly falls on the screens with the personal life inside out. “My sweet cat, I’m coming”, the owner of a smartphone is typing a message, someone next to her is sending a personal SMS, somebody on one side is “liking”, on the other — is mindlessly poking in Secret. The same picture takes place in the office: person unwillingly becomes an observer of personal life of virtually every screen; someone’s Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat etc. and personal photos catch the eye.
– Hey! Are you a spy or what?
– Huh?!
– You're watching what I'm doing on my iPhone all the time!
– Sorry... Can't do anything with it. View is unwittingly falling there – I'm a screen-voyeurist.
The word 'flag' as pronounced by people with thick Belfast accents. The term is a perfect encapsulation of the disproportionate and overblown reaction to the removal of the Union Jack (as in 'de fleg') from above City Hall in Belfast. Where previously it had flown for 365 days per year, it is now flown on 17 designated days of the year - in line with many other British cities.
The event caused a portion of the Protestant community ('fleggers') to make international pricks of themselves as they proceeded to wreck the fucking place, claiming it was another erosion of a 'British' identity they perceive to have been under attack since the horrifying spectre of equality reared its head in Northern Ireland.
The word 'fleg' - and indeed 'fleggers' - fittingly describes a section of humanity unconcerned with knowledge, reality or the vagaries of the English language. Like America's tea-baggers they are ruled by instinct, fear and paranoia with a side dish of rampant bigotry and startling ignorance of the world around them.
"Wat de fuck like! The taigs got de fleg took down! Let's wreck de fuckin place! No surrender!"
"De fleg has been took down! Before ye know it there'll be a united Ireland! Attack Short Strand! God Save The Queen!"