We learn, too, when and where the old life ended: in 1961, at the British Embassy in West Germany, "a sprawling industrial eyesore on the dual carriageway between Bonn and Bad Godesberg," filled with "the fuggy
In the damp fuggy
warm with a bunch of other people who might or might not have the sort of hand hygiene that leads to the transmission of the common cold virus.
That's the stuff that, to the eater, is delicious - but anyone within a half-mile radius gets covered in a fuggy
warm blanket of stink that settles on their clothes and sets up home in their nostrils to such an extent it's almost as if there's calorie content in the density of the whiff.
They're not regressing to childhood, their stomachs fluttering at the nostalgic prospect of soaking in the fuggy
warmth of Bovril and linament.
One hand caressed the dimples on his pint pot, the other punched the fuggy
air to emphasise points.
In his blog, Evans told readers he wanted to "achieve more, without the highs and lows of the gay days and fuggy
haze of booze".
He snorted sex in the wind (sex lay like a blanket of fuggy
low cloud over this Cyprus) but himself had to dine on air--because his wife, a gorgeous, savvy, elegant and black Emilia (Sheri Hagen, who, in this adaptation, was a tacit presence on stage for much of the action and survived at the end), was clearly screwing Michael Cassio, and making no effort to conceal it from her husband.
It eradicates the dying embers of fuggy
meeting rooms, stale offices and smoke-imbued clothes.
As a pub and restaurant lover but a non-smoker, I have always hated breathing in a fuggy
What a parade of gowns and caps, parental pride, certificates and honours, was unleashed in the fuggy
atmosphere of the old cafe.
Gone are the fuggy
dives and used notes of Dave's youth, replaced by non-smoking casinos and fat cheques.
I open the door and stand poised between the fuggy
warmth of one world and the icy coldness of another.