Hang up, some of you, and make wax for these slack-jawed
Look you, I have noticed in my long life that those who eternally break in upon Those Above with complaints and reports and bellowings and weepings are presently sent for in haste, as our Colonel used to send for slack-jawed
down-country men who talked too much.
Clr Hall's interruption to the process, when he disingenuously asked people "to stop whistling, clapping and cheering as it could give people with hearing aids using the loop system a near heart attack" once again induced slack-jawed
disbelief in my son.
I find most people to be slack-jawed
, talentless, spoiled, entitled, weak, oversensitive, and undeserving of all the taken-for-granted luxuries our culture brings.
CORONATION STREET Lloyd (right) is back from Spain but is slack-jawed
with shock when Ches has a pop at him and Andrea reveals his business partner Steve has plundered the Street Cars accounts, crashed a minibus and is suffering from depression.
The 27-year-old actor wasn't slack-jawed
, but clearly awed.
Sets will wobble, lines will be fluffed, marks missed and members of the crew will occasionally wander slack-jawed
For the bunch of slack-jawed
, vacant-eyes, boringly middle class mists who crowd Wimbledon each June are, beyond question, the least prepossessing sports fans anywhere in the world.
Photographers, sports fans and commentators were left slack-jawed
after seeing the image, which was massively shared on social media sites, and on Twitter was tweeted and retweeted thousands of times.
Photographers, sports fans and commentators were slack-jawed
after seeing the image yesterday, with one Irish article calling it "the coolest picture of the decade".
After standing there slack-jawed
and gaping for a second, suspect number two spins around and runs out, too
Even Pollard was left gobsmacked by her saucy antics - but not as slack-jawed
as our Kerry.
The German man thanked while my mate looked on in slack-jawed
I was slack-jawed
to see up to 50mpg on the trip computer of this A160 CDi BlueEfficiency, which is the sort of economy you'd expect from a hybrid Toyota Prius.
But as with all car-crash telly, after gawping slack-jawed
at its sheer awfulness (stilted pacing, limp banter and embarrassed-looking guests were just the half of it), you couldn't help be drawn in by its almost defiant amateurishness.