用“grubby”造句大全，grubby造句

The JRE is a native process that must work in the environment defined by these grubby details.

You have to make sacrifices to live there. It's expensive and somewhat grubby, and the weather's often bad.

The games are also a front for the attempted resurrection of a grubby part of East London, involving new railways and utilities.

But look where pretty gets you: a humiliating 4-1 defeat at Liverpool, another pot-free season and a slightly grubby scramble for the honour of finishing fourth above Bolton.

Oh, and no doubt, I'm real grubby.

He hoped she wouldn't notice his grubby shirt cuffs.

We feel grubby, but there are so much more important concerns than that for us now.

In another rested a manger scene produced from cardboard and poster paints by chubby, and sometimes grubby, hands.

The latest runaway success on Chinese television has had to pay the ultimate price, however, for depicting the grubby reality too closely.

But it's worth thinking hard about what would be the greater inconvenience: sharing a bit of your flat or house with a grubby, oily bike or, quite possibly, not having a bike any more.

They knock around on weekends in grubby sweaters and trousers.

At the heart of their argument is the belief in a grubby bargain between Asian savers and American consumers.

When visiting a village, you are expected to arrive bearing a large, grubby kava root. Kava is Fiji's traditional drink, which, in my neophyte opinion, tastes of disinfectant and month-old dishwater.

Those grubby urchins ran to me and asked for candy.

The technology is not inherently frugal or green. It can be used to deliver not just clean renewable energy more efficiently, but also the grubby coal-fired sort.

His white coat was grubby and stained.

The boy wore a faded pair of football shorts. He was perhaps nine or ten years old, barefoot and grubby, and his skin was marked with insect bites.

Ah, I wondered how your clothes had got so grubby. Did you win?

Harry had had no idea where they were, but now he saw, by the stuttering light of a single candle, the grubby, sawdust-strewn bar of the Hog's Head Inn.

That dark place was her childhood in Bermondsey, a grubby corner of south-east London.