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And in fact it was not until we landed in Tokyo that I realised the Divine Windbag had been in the back of the Cessna all along.
And then at night there's the insightful windbag Gunny Bob opining on politics and the latest U.
I called to him that Osama bin Laden was a miserable low-life scumbag, and he yelled back that Paul Martin is a rich, good-for-nothing, lying windbag.
She was a skinny, spacey, frail little thing, dutifully supporting her windbag platypus-faced husband, Paul Crouch.
More conventional doc footage - interviews with neighbors (though, the better to immerse us in Darger's worldview, no windbag art critics), shots of his crumbling Chicago neighborhood - is interspersed.
Early voting on the trusty AOL poll showed last night a phenomenal 80 per cent of users identifying the Welsh windbag as the person they want out the most of the nominated trio, herself, Cameron and Steph.
Russell was a Victorian in his penchant for letter-writing and whether one regards him as a towering philosophical genius or a rather unpleasant windbag these letters will be an invaluable addition to the literature about him.
164) Harris is, however, overly contemptuous of the celebrated influence of Frederick Winslow Taylor, whom he treats as little more than a windbag, obsessed with fashioning the myth of his own importance (unlike, I would protest, the leaders of the MMA, who welcomed Taylor as a guest speaker and introduced various practices he advocated into their own firms--selectively to be sure).
Pet hate is that eloquent windbag, Laurence Llewelyn Bowen, who looks like he is on his tenth swig of mouthwash before he leaves the flat in the morning.
In You Can't Take a Balloon into the Metropolitan Museum, the yellow balloon's frenetic adventures are told without any text in sketchy line drawings with color used only for the actors involved in chasing the erratic windbag.
Aleksandr Pushkin provided Gogol with the theme of the drama, in which a well-dressed windbag named Ivan Khlestakov, who has been mistaken for the dreaded government inspector, is bribed and feted by village officials in the hope of turning his attention away from their maladministration.
How on earth did she ever manage to appease that over-caffeinated windbag in the next office?