After about a decade of using “Lackwit gadabout. Unnaturally-colored hair. Draws.” as my short bio around the web, I now pretty much completely own a Google search for this term.
I should just go all the way someday, buy “lackwitgadabout.com” and point it to my server. I’m pretty proud of this utterly meaningless achievement I didn’t even know I was striving for.
(I always said I got the term from a sample on an Orbital track – ‘Are We Here?’ on ‘Snivilisation’ – but upon checking it turns out the dialogue in question has an old man talking about a “disgusting, long-haired, work shy, dirty lay-about who ought to be in the bloody army!”. I suppose I got the term out of a P.G. Wodehouse novel instead or somesuch. Either that or the world has altered around me just to annoy me. Again. Occam’s Razor suggests that I’m probably just misremembering though. At any rate, I have always thought that living the sort of life to have an old man say that about you is the RIGHT THING and I heartily recommend it if you can manage it.)