Word: longshoreman
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Either innately or through study, McQueen understood that he was a story: working-class wonder boy, hooligan of haute couture, aesthetic thug. He seemed to enjoy scandalizing journalists - telling them he didn't care for their publication, showing them artwork of something repellent, talking like a longshoreman (he used to scrawl obscenities underneath the linings of coats he made), badmouthing his bosses. The loutishness made his talent seem purer and rawer and more exciting...
...boyfriend Oscar, and had put her own apartment on the market. The two spent their weekends hanging out with friends in Vigo's lively waterfront cafés and were planning to travel this summer. It wasn't a bad life for the 23-year-old daughter of a longshoreman and a housewife...
...burly anchorage longshoreman named Scott Heyworth turned up in the nearby town of Wasilla for a meeting with its mayor, Sarah Palin. Heyworth, a local Democratic activist, had grown tired of waiting for the Big Three oil companies to tap their huge natural-gas reserves in the state's North Slope, the long swatch of northern Alaska tundra that includes the largest oil and gas fields in North America. For decades, ExxonMobil, ConocoPhillips and British Petroleum had little incentive to sell the trillions of cubic feet of natural gas that shares space beneath the ice with all those oil deposits...
...wish that you had actually popped a few tabs yourself. For legal reasons, The Crimson cannot officially condone recreational drug use. We can, however, publish an absurd drinking game meant never to be played—that is unless you are 21 and happened to be a Scottish longshoreman with a death wish. In that case: God speed, read on, and drink up! TAKE A SHOT… 1. One shot if you can understand Johnny Depp. Cease all play immediately if you begin to sympathize with him. You’ve already had enough. 2. Take two shots every...
...then Mickey Spillane, who died this week at 88, was not your typical novelist. He had the burly look of a longshoreman; his face was meaty, like his prose style. And Mickey - that's a name to put in a cartoon, not on august hard covers. He also slipped a Mickey to the image of the serious fiction writer, showing a brisk contempt for the elevated anguish of creating literature. In just five years, between 1947 and 1952, he served up seven novels: I, the Jury; My Gun Is Quick; Vengeance Is Mine!; One Lonely Night; The Big Kill; Kiss...