Showing posts with label moustache. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moustache. Show all posts

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Chanced a quick look




. . . I chanced a quick look at ’em through half-closed lids — a tall, slim cove in a long coat, bare-headed and balding, and a big, hulking chap with a bulldog moustache and hard hat. They looked like a poet and a bailiff.

Flashman and the Tiger, p.309, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Thursday, 3 November 2011

Doffing his tile



The Yankee secret service evidently left nothing to chance. “Good luck, Comber . . . and,” he added quietly, “if need be, good hunting.” Cool as a trout, rot him, doffing his tile and knuckling his lip-whisker as we drove away.


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.196, Harper Collins, 1995.


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Tuesday, 21 April 2009

A craze for growing moustaches



When there’s been a bad harvest, and workers are striking, and young chaps have developed a craze for growing moustaches and whiskers, just watch out.



Flashman at the Charge, p.14, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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