Sentence examples for full liner from inspiring English sources

The digital versions of these and future albums will contain only the songs; for the full liner notes and other goodies, a customer will have to buy the CD versions.

Consumers may or may not know that a CD is illegal, but they can tell that a product is atypical by the packaging, which contains only a card rather than full liner notes.

Problems noted included an inadequate seal with the liner (58%), inadequate liner size (16%), retention of flatus by the liner (11%), and difficulty removing the full liner (11%).

Dawkins has described the burka as being like a "full bin-liner", and spoken of his "visceral revulsion" when he sees it being worn.

When Ellis's full-count liner cleared the head of Jeter and landed in front of Brett Gardner, it easily scored Andre Ethier, who had surprised the Yankees by stealing his fourth base of the season to get into scoring position.

And Warren Clarke absolutely owns every scene he appears in; venal, foul-mouthed and prone to explosive bouts of rage, his ageing detective Bill Molloy is a carbuncular, black-hearted Mr Toad with a face like a half-full bin liner.

The Quoddy Trail Moccasin Company, a family-owned footwear label from Maine, has both the pedigree (a great-grandfather of one of the founders sewed for L. L. Bean) and craftsmanship (one-piece vamps and full stocking liners) to make its moccasins the soft-soled favorite of the ironic-taxidermy set.

Back on the Victory, as we were paying our dues to Britain's greatest naval hero, my friend – who also happens to be named Horatio, asked the workmen restoring the planks: "What are they made of?" One of the workers, busy kicking a black bin liner full of rubbish over the spot where Nelson lay, the crimson oozing on to his dress coat, answered sarcastically: "Wood?".

Not in full Number of liner services / directly connected ports Tang et al. (2011) The number of directly connected ports is relevant.

I mean bad dying, where every day the unmoving dullness and static monotony of your life burns the gumption from your blood cells until you're just a putrescent bin liner full of pigs' trotters waiting to be crushed by the sticky teeth of an old dust truck.

Since then, banks have been caught leaving bin liners full of customers' details out in the street.