pitched between Westlife and Snow Patrol, the third single from Kodaline's second album Coming Up For Air is unlikely to arrest the chart decline of the guys from Dublin.
In the right hands this could all feel queasily
unreal, but it ended up feeling utterly unbelievable.
The pre-match light show in The Six Nations opener on Friday left Carolyn feeling queasily
The gossipy, queasily
insiderish narratives are alternately hilarious and heartbreaking, but it is the strikingly different forms produced within the collaborative production process, as well as the artists' thoughtful grappling with the online format, that are most fascinating.
There's a queasily
predatory aspect to their interactions that wouldn't be there in real life--even when (spoiler alert
As I write this, my digestive system struggles to tackle the buttermilk pancakes, crisp bacon and maple syrup breakfast while looking forward somewhat queasily
to the early evening dinner of roast duck with Boulanger potatoes (French for 'posh stovies') which will follow drinks and nibbles across the road with our gourmet caterers we enjoy as neighbours.
Rather than lightheartedly skipping stones along the surface of the queasily
common connection between great authors and their drinking habits, Laing dives deep, plummeting into some of her subjects' darkest impulses.
WHEN Whitechapel first began on ITV in 2009 its tale of modern day East End coppers hunting a copycat Jack The Ripper was a queasily
entertaining mix of intrigue and eye-gouging.
Crime rem-ains queasily
high (there is a reason Brazilians walk on the beach dressed in swimwear the size of Post-It notes: it's the easiest way to show robbers that they're carrying nothing worth stealing).
have to think that every cloud has a silver lining and, as Kate Middleton was looking queasily
at a plate of lightly buttered toast on Wednesday night, it must have occurred to her, "Oh well, at least I didn't have to sit through three hours of wee men with pointy ears and hairy feet".
It is similarly, 'harmless' pageantry, a Little England party favour, but it is also historically loaded and queasily
evocative, making us instinctively--and often unquestioningly--uneasy.
I found the displays at the War Remnants Museum both compelling and horrifying, and there is something queasily
fascinating about the commercialisation of the tunnels, too, where 16,000 people once sheltered from US bombs.