The ritual of going to the cape in recent decades has become synonymous with jammed traffic and snarly drivers, with cranky children and wilted perishables, all basking in the exhaust of the 130,000 cars that cross the two bridges on any given summer day as the cape's winter population almost triples.
Holly stands out, as does the snarly, past-his-sell-by-date novelist, Crispin Hershey.
After the Champions League Final, Jupp Heynckes seemed to confirm that Lewandowski would be joining in the summer, and was greeted with the usual snarly reaction from the Dortmund camp.
Under the circumstances, Northampton could and should win this one – especially as they can call on forwards as snarly as Dylan Hartley, Courtney Lawes and Tom Wood.
The results are grainy, amateurish and often quite enthralling – especially when you listen in to Brigid Polk in telephone conversation with Warhol himself, occasionally hysterical and snarly, always intense, as she sprawls beside an unmade bed in one of those dingy hotel rooms, and spools out her life in dribs and drabs to the man who thought that everything was as important as everything else.
Once upon a time, the most wonderful of all children's authors, William Steig, brought out, at the age of eighty-three, a book that became the book in many families, including mine, where the boys relished its snarly splendor.
I knew it was directed at motorists, not at pedestrians, and that in this context "standing" means "sitting," as in sitting in your car at the bus stop, but I was feeling snarly.
Dylan's music, in this context, had a snarly, disrespectful edge that cut.
Six spectacularly unskilled, snarly drawings by him (circa 1925), which may have been made during a spell of psychoanalysis, stand more convincingly for the mind's hinterlands of unlovely chaos than anything else in the show.
Harry Brown Michael Cainee), an elderly pensioner, lives in a South London council estate — an urban fright scene with derelict apartments and trash and graffiti everywhere, ruled by a gang of crack-driven, snarly-faced youths who beat up anyone in their way.
They tend toward static-harmony jams that don't go anywhere special — such was incidental music for trippy cinema — but this band already had its own radical style, with Karoli's snarly-twinkly guitar and Mr. Liebezeit's lithe, minimal groove.
