Unfortunately, the breathlessly staged performances are forced to bump 'n' grind against a script that is flimsier than a moth-eaten
NICK FALDO is not short of a few bob, but he still rocked up to The Open parade of champions wearing a 25-year-old moth-eaten
the Channing returns in Mike XXL Unfortunately, the dance performances are forced to bump 'n' grind against a script that is flimsier than a moth-eaten
While Mrs West's coat is undeniably beautiful, her moth-eaten
pink two-piece isn't.
He was an elderly man of 84 years; barefooted, wearing moth-eaten
clothes, having a walking stick in his hand, in order to cope with his miserable state and chanting with a massive crowd that familiar PTI's mantra: "Jeo Imran Khan (long live Imran Khan)" after the cheerleader.
Visitors to 16th century castle in the Queen Mother's day recall a relaxed, eccentric and slightly shabby atmosphere with threadbare carpets, moth-eaten
curtains, card games and raucous singsongs.
If flaws were holes, Lone Survivor is a moth-eaten
The report further said that the dog-eared, moth-eaten
, leather-bound book that helped shaped the sport into a global phenomenon, had stated just 13 rules of the game, and is showcased alongside Shakespeare's First Folio and Captain Scott's diary.
He said that the other two provinces were holding elections on the party basis adding that one failed to understand as why the Chief Minister Punjab was determined to juggernaut the moth-eaten
system which would undermine the Political parties role in politics at all levels as well.
Rebecca, above I'd give this moth-eaten
nonsense a miss.
mattress beneath me, so falling wasn't a fright.
He repeated the slightly moth-eaten
proposal to Iran to engage with the many offers to cooperate on nuclear nonproliferation, but it had an almost perfunctory, check-the-box delivery.
They stock any old rubbish from gran's trusty old chamber pot to Cousin Gwilym's moth-eaten
duffel coat, and contraptions that'll miraculously cure headaches by blowing bubbles around your tootsies.
Devastated by what she has done, she stops by the mirror: "I don't have a moth-eaten
bare skull, no flickering green light in the eyes.
These and other moth-eaten
clichoys are how Tommy would describe himself.