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He was as straight as a die - always had been.
About 3 miles long, it runs as straight as a die.
I can remember the time when my mother's nose was as straight as a die.
However, I should add that both my big toes are as straight as a die.
But when he uses mine his aim's as straight as a die.
The accident happened on a road "as straight as a die" and the driver of the car was never found.
He was as straight as a die but, if anything, rather cautious and predictable.
He is as straight as a die and she was completely warped.
'She was as straight as a die and a pillar of the community.
The wedding day was fixed, and the whole thing looked as straight as a die when the smash came.
You've got a record since taking up with Coe that's as straight as a die," the reporter said. "
The original system of footpaths as straight as a die was found well-preserved under the sod.
The route continued southwest as straight as a die through a wild geest and forest landscape.
“Jeremy is as straight as a die,” Mr Mitchell said.
And the street is as straight as a die, and just the width and height of the tunnel.
He is as straight as a die, but he is elderly, and I dare say out of date.
Jackie's as straight as a die.
All the debate about phase one (London to Birmingham) was that it had to go as straight as a die so that it could reach 225mph.
With him it was ever as straight as a die, the celebration of the Eucharist each day, the divine office, the rosary and quiet times in his chapel.
Despite the lack of traction the the trike ran as straight as a die, and as it was Matt's first time out on the trike he's confident there's a ten in there!
In the United States, the line separating church from state is, theoretically, as straight as a die, as sharp as a razor and as clear as a day when you can see forever.
Turn left on to this wide verged lane which runs as straight as a die for about 1.5 miles, dropping down into the Waring Valley, then up onto the next ridge with excellent all round views.
And it's clearly a female-crafted metaphor, proceeding not with a clear narrative urgency, as straight as a die to the irreducible explosion, but rather, with mis-starts and damp squibs and dance routines that don't go right because both people weren't doing the right thing at the right time and didn't have the right feelings for each other.
