Whether the economic eggheads at the Office of Fair Trading realise exactly what a
cock-eyed prize-money programme is likely to emerge in 2006 is another matter.
"The bathtub is tilted; the water is
cock-eyed; and Farley, my neighbor, hollers in the window, 'O'Neill, you just lost nine-zip.' I was feeling pretty low at this point.
There is a cedar wreath with dried flowers leaning at a
cock-eyed angle against the cross.
His best friend, Marvin Fitzhugh ("Ole
Cock-eyed Fitzhugh"), wears loud suits and drives a motorcar, a status symbol he is often forced to loan to a belligerent white guy.
World-weary Frank Quinlan (William Hurt) and
cock-eyed optimist Dorothy Winters (Andie MacDowell) have written about three-headed dogs and extraterrestrials' babies, but both are caught off-guard by a molting angel who looks into their hearts and finds the frail seeds of love.
If the movie has encountered any criticism, it's from skeptics who find its
cock-eyed optimism too winsome.
With the Democrats preoccupied with White House coffees, Republicans were free to concoct a
cock-eyed rush to judgment, encouraging states to cluster their primaries and caucuses in March.
Whilst the former presents a pleasant view typical of old buildings in the city, the other is a hideous mish-mash of
cock-eyed walls totally out of character with the general architecture of the city.
"There is no getting away from it, even for
cock-eyed optimists like ourselves, January is as black as your hat" - Sir Terry Wogan.
ONLY a
cock-eyed optimist would deny that throughout the threematch series there has been sufficient clear daylight between the two sides for South Africa to justifiably claim cricket's mantle as the world's No.1 Test team.
He said: "The way it is being done this year is a bit
cock-eyed. It seems wrong to have this debate after we have set the budget, when the constitution says it should feed into the budget process.
It's a bit
cock-eyed at the moment with the table."
At a suitable financially disastrous time in the stumbling,
cock-eyed meandering of a local governing body, whose knowledge of the profit game is microscopic, but whose appetite for waste is gargantuan, make an apparently generously noble cash offer to take it into your care.
Everything about England's
cock-eyed World Cup preparations reminded me of my time at AC Milan.
To put it another way: In the Kingdom of the Bland, the
cock-eyed man is king.
