Some of the gold nanorods show a slightly dog-bone shape.
You loosen your tie, grab a scotch and whip out a slightly dog-eared copy of the Speccie, but before you can dig into the latest Rod Liddle piece about the Muslamicisation of WH Smiths, the pilot advises everyone to buckle back up – there's been a failure of the plane's hydraulic systems.
He personalized the toll issue with a slightly shaggy dog-like story about buying an elliptical machine at Dick's Sporting Goods on the island, and learning that the store was unable to deliver it to his Bay Ridge home on the appointed day; its truck had already made one trip to Brooklyn, and could not afford to pay the cost of the toll again.
Just the other day, visiting this comfortable and self-assured French city, I found myself drawn to the used-book sellers on the banks of the Saône — a smaller version of the proliferating bouquinistes along the Seine in Paris — happily checking out the offerings: Flaubert's Madame Bovary (slightly dog-eared) for a few cents; the entire Proustian canon in faux leather for not much more.
If you believe the slightly dog-eared numbers, Catarratto and Trebbiano (in its many, generally undistinguished forms) are the second and third most planted varieties behind (red) Sangiovese.
I spotted a copy of issue six of Oz London (containing features on John Peel, Greek prisons, and RD Laing) going on eBay for £100, despite being "slightly dog-eared, with hippy candle wax on the cover".
What I looked for were condiments that act as a foil for the beefy flavor of a burger or a slightly spicy hot dog: something to give the meat a lift.
Seth, what made you think Michael was the right guy to be the voice of a slightly deformed hot dog?
On a slightly poignant note, dogs might not be very good at line-ups, but they are good at sniffing for explosives.
His intentions are complicated by two cops a policewoman with a slightly neurotic ex-Army dog (who becomes involved in a bar stick-up) and a patrolman who delights in April fool pranks.
And now comes Lydon's second memoir, following 1994's Rotten: No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs: a slightly straighter example of the great seasonal genre-cum-publishing ritual that is celebrity autobiography, which this year sees Lydon pitched against John Cleese, Stephen Fry and Westlife's Shane Filan.
