A shrewd, unprincipled person, esp. a politician
And now, some sentences...
"Cure for writer's block!" the man in the fedora shouted. "Get your cure for writer's block here!" Standing on a stool in the middle of Oxford's Cornmarket Street, he waved bags of black powder over the pedestrians' heads as they passed.
"I think it's just coffee," Tyler-Rose said, eyeing him skeptically.
"I think you're right," said Susan. "I wouldn't buy a thing from that snollygoster. Shall we go scarf some scones now?"
What a ridiculous-sounding word. I intend to try it as an insult on my brother sometime.
And don't forget, every Saturday is Scarf-a-Scone Saturday!
|Cream tea in Oxford! Photo cred: Belle. :)|