In the utensils department, there are fanciful tongs shaped like cat paws, and a man-shaped chopsticks holder with hollow legs
so the sticks make him look like a stilt walker.
One of the alpha males of that Blackburn Rovers team, a 6ft 2in centre-half with hollow legs
and a fondness for a night out, sized up his new boss - who wore sharp Italian suits and had a penchant for big Cuban cigars - and didn't appreciate his European airs and graces.
As it happened, 'small' was still pretty big, but he said it was the most gorgeous cheesecake he'd ever eaten (and he's eaten plenty) so he summoned all his teenage hollow legs
and finished it.
Eating on the bike will stop you from experiencing the "bonk" - which is that feeling of having hollow legs
, being unable to pedal hard, dizziness and complete emptiness.
We had a few 'lemonades' but he's got hollow legs
so I have to admit it was one of the few times in my life when I put up the white flag
It was lovely with the batter light and I polished it off having found a little room somewhere in one of my hollow legs
Galway week is a necessary pilgrimage, although hollow legs
and a bottomless wallet are advised, and the atmosphere and sheer class of the racing are relentless.
My hollow legs
are too full of crispy egg and venison but my companion gallantly loosens his belt for the apple and blackberry compote (PS6.
The manufacturer was unaware of the hollow legs
, which could not be easily cleaned and disinfected, a GMP violation itself.
The mother isn't so happy about the son being called Hollow Legs
due to his drinking capacity or his winning of the Iron Bladder competition.
He also tells me I consume up to 15 per cent more calories than average in a normal day which adds scientific backing to the theory I have hollow legs
For those with hollow legs
and the stamina to match, there is even a nightclub with live music.
I thought I was invincible, I thought I had hollow legs
Taking the mode of fantasy a step further, Wexler has created a series of small sculptural tableaux depicting everyday scenes gone slightly haywire--four oxford shirts trail off the hem of a tablecloth; ink seems to pool slowly from the hollow legs
of a tiny table; and miniature people bulge the walls of an even tinier building.
Our two boys, who are never shy in expressing their belief that their hollow legs
are empty, had perused the desserts before being steered back to the kids' menu, which offers a very decent selection, presumably enough to satisfy the most picky of junior diners.