jerry-built

In 1865, a severe drought saw domestic water supplies in Liverpool limited to one or two hours a day in an era in which the jerry-built and densely populated court properties in places like Scotland Road had several families already sharing one courtyard tap and one outside lavatory.

It is now time for them to investigate large, jerry-built tower blocks across the country, not just in London.

I grew up in a jerry-built 1930s terraced house in an unfashionable London suburb.

These are laws which, whatever serious issues they are meant to tackle, are bad laws, shonky, jerry-built, unworkable.

Not only was the housing in a bad state - it had been jerry-built in the 19th century on land reclaimed when the Taff was redirected - but poverty was rife.

The figures have been collaged onto the canvas, then overpainted to veil their specificity; the source material is, as Drexler herself once said, "hidden but present, like a disturbing memory." The resulting jerry-built, cobbled-together look--and a repertoire of images that highlights crime, violence, and sexual conflict--serves as a reminder that what might once have looked like glossy, airbrushed promises of happiness are shadowed by a film-noir sense of doom and a disillusioned eye for the culture's underlying cruddiness.

The city got along with that jerry-built charter for the next half century.

Wandering around these jerry-built structures is a bit like being in a maze or a labyrinth.

A neighbour is told that he cannot replace the jerry-built extension to his listed house with a sound one of identical size and appearance because it would be "too big".

The scorching desert, the jerry-built rifles, the endless attacks from (http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Cazador) Cazadors - Fallout: New Vegas absolutely hates you but if you can learn to adapt to its harsh environment, there are some remarkable little moments to be found.

The rules that govern capital Vientiane's bars, including closing at midnight, have not applied here and floating down the Nam Song River in a large tractor-tyre innertube, stopping at the legion of jerry-built bars on the waterside for free shots or drugs, has become a popular pastime.

In any case he does his best to hold this book together with nicely jerry-built chapter headings like I Talk to Lauren and Realise I Know Nothing About Anything and My Twisty Little Broken Sense of Time.