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Across it taxis and scooters droned to and from the cluster of carbuncular hotels on the far side.

In the shadow of a multi-storey and conspicuously carbuncular car park sit large licensed premises called the Middlesbrough Cycling Club CIU affiliated.

Carbuncular Debunker In his quirky little success "Withnail and I," based on his own novel, the director Bruce Robinson bade farewell to the swinging 60's.

Marcus is small and carbuncular, with all his features bunched up in the centre of his face, behind aviator frames that singularly fail to make him look capable of flying a plane.

He, the young man carbuncular, arrives, A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare, One of the low on whom assurance sits As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.

K Map Down the hill and to the east is Xinhaoshan Park , the summit of which is capped by the carbuncular towers known as the mógu lóu (mushroom buildings).

Hermann Finsterlin is considered to be the one of the most radical of the Expressionists, and is notable known for having produced fascinating carbuncular studies of the most unbuildable and obscure buildings.

He had a bulbous forehead, a potato nose, and a carbuncular chin, over all of which his oily, red skin, pitted with blackheads, stretched tight, and out of which looked a pair of beady black eyes, darting about like tiny fish in an aquarium.

And Warren Clarke absolutely owns every scene he appears in; venal, foul-mouthed and prone to explosive bouts of rage, his ageing detective Bill Molloy is a carbuncular, black-hearted Mr Toad with a face like a half-full bin liner.

ARCHITECT TO THE RESCUE - Amid a rash of museum expansions in 2006, Renzo Piano's airy glass box at the Morgan Library stands out as a superior solution, doing away with a previous carbuncular effort to join its three buildings.

Nothing conjures the small-town America of Andy Hardy, Thornton Wilder and Norman Rockwell like a malted milkshake served in a carbuncular soda glass and blissfully slurped through a straw - unless perhaps it is the four-fingered baseball mitt or the blueberry-apple pie cooling on that Kansas windowsill.