Word: flatted
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...recalls with disdain an overendowed woman in a see-through blouse: "It was not appetizing. There she was, just bouncing along. Flippety flop." Designer Jon Haggins, himself a slim, trim 165 Ibs., adds that "our customer has to be between 19 and 35, with a firm body, not absolutely flat and not busty either...
...down a dim staircase. At the bottom, a door. Closed, heavy, guarding the Platonic idea of door. Inside, music, smoke, cadenced talk as pungent as the smoke, and with it a sniff of corruption, a hint of menace. The scene may actually be a TV director's fashionable flat. It may be a club where acid-heads meet. It may be an African gambling house. Wherever it is, Maclnnes' name and rangy, white-haired frame get one through that door. Known in queer world and straight world alike, Maclnnes is passport and safe-conduct through the black communities...
...five-day week than the young. On a Saturday in summer, the banks of the Moscow River are crowded with young couples strolling and kissing. Even in winter there are ways to beat the restrictions imposed by the chronic housing shortage. The usual way has been to borrow the flat of a friendly couple who are going to the theater or the ballet for an evening, but leisure inspires variations. This past winter one enterprising young man booked a first-class compartment for himself and his girl friend on the Red Arrow express to Leningrad. The trip was expensive...
...being an anal compulsive; you, as one, just demand tidiness. You can be typing in your room and suddenly become aware that you are tremendously irritated by something about the room. You're ill-at-ease until you spot the bedspread. After you make the bed and smooth it flat, writing is much more relaxed. You also, it seems, really like to excrete in both the two natural human ways; this, I think, is the origin of the term...
...middle-aged London accountant named Graham Merrill (Bill Travers) buys an otter to keep it from becoming a captive circus performer. Given his freedom, the animal returns the favor by wrecking Merrill's city flat and showing him that happiness is a cottage in Scotland. Merrill blithely quits his insurance job, hies to the highlands and begins a life of happy isolation. Even in children's films, a man cannot drift for long before a pair of pretty eyes begin blinking like a lighthouse. Here they belong to Virginia Mc-Kenna-Mrs. Travers in real life...