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Brown brings a puckish sense of mischief and an encyclopedic knowledge of all things culinary to the table (so to speak), a combination that's made him both one of the most entertaining and the most respected food stars around.
In an attempt to prevent his resignation being interpreted as an attack on Miliband, he wrote to the party leader: "Having resigned a couple of times before, I know how puckish lobby hacks might choose to misconstrue the departure.
Martin Freeman's puckish demeanour makes him a perfect Bilbo Baggins and Andy Serkis has long-proved just how brilliantly he has got under the skin of the bug-eyed Gollum.
His life of puckish fun is ended abruptly when the Guardians, a band of fairytale figures, try to recruit him to stop the Boogeyman giving all the world's children nightmares.
Many would perhaps say the writing is low on the puckish charm this time.
Shinichi Iova-Koga's company inkBoat and renowned Butoh artist Ko Murobushi will reprise The Crazy Cloud Collection, based on the life of the puckish Buddhist monk Ikkyu Sojun.
When Nigel Yates died in January 2009, we lost not only a puckish, generous man but also a wealth of scholarship.
After the novella was published, one woman after another claimed to be the model for Holly, including Oona O'Neill, Gloria Vanderbilt, and "virtually any partially or entirely upper-crust party girl who did her own thing and never looked back," writes Capote scholar William Todd Schultz in Tiny Terror (Oxford University Press), his biography of the puckish writer.
He was one of us - with his puckish humour and gentle kindness loved by us all.
Evliya Celebi has been described as a Muslim Montaigne, the Pepys of the Ottoman world--a diligent, adventurous and honest recorder with a puckish wit and humour.
The Poulenc piece is perhaps the most startling: the composer's usual puckish humor is nowhere in evidence here, replaced by a simmering anger at the war (the piece was completed in 1943 and revised in 1949) and the plight of its victims, particularly of its dedicatee, the writer and victim of Spanish fascism Federico Garcia Lorca.
Hot snacks prevent the brain freeze that might make it difficult for us to fully grasp what Greek classicists Helene Foley, Edith Hall and Daniel Mendelsohn would forbiddingly blather about when they step up in the middle of this puckish show to field questions from the audience.