Faff Quotes

All great blades have names. It's just how it's done." "Bollocks." Mercurio took back the dagger, held it up between them. "Naming your blade is the sort of faff reserved for heroes, girl. Men who have songs sung about them, histories spun for them, brats named after them. It's the shadow road for you and me. And you dance it right, no one will ever know your name, let alone the pig-sticker in you belt. You'll be a rumor. A whisper. The thought that wakes the bastards of this world sweating in the nevernight. The last think you will ever be in this world, girl, is someone's hero." Mercurio handed back the blade. "But you will be a girl heroes fear.

vibrionner /vibʀijɔne/ vi (s'agiter) to fidget (familier); (s'activer) to faff (familier) around (GB), to dither

I asked, “How long will this take?” “About an hour, Niki.” Fi smiled at me. “About ten minutes.” Caitlin glared at Fi. “Depends. Cait might faff.” “I do not faff. What does that even mean?”  While Caitlin and Finn bickered, I grabbed the notebook from my bag and scribbled on it quickly.

Honestly, Monica, this murdering slash revenge lark’s an awful faff. I do wish we could just go and have a chat over a nice G & T.

women are on our side as well. “Save yourselves!” they’re imploring. “It’s too late for us, but you could still avoid this fashion and body-image hell!” They’re right – it is too late for them. These customs are too ingrained: women will always be expected to shave their legs. Intellectually, I understand that it’s just an annoying, pointless faff but, like most men, and even though our forefathers must have happily fancied hairy-legged women for millennia, I find it a bit gross when they don’t. God forbid that most women should ever take the same view about back-waxing.