Containing lots of swear-words (of language)

Usage examples of colourful.

He liked to surround himself with colourful, uncommon people, and so that night he had invited an arhat from Newvannia, a famous neurosinger, a renegade pilot of the Order named Sivan wi Mawi Sarkissian, and even five warrior-poets recently arrived from the planet Qallar.

Civitavecchia, were a dozen large, colourful balloons spread across the field, looking like round rainbows.

Kilmartin had given up trying to get used to the luridly colourful violence he found on the snapshots.

Captain Waters, standing on shore watching his doomed vessel, asked one of his mates, a colourful Newfoundlander named Willis Warren, to go back aboard and rescue some warm clothes for his wife, who had been travelling with him.

Only in the depths of winter were the flowering things quiescent, but then they continued glossy and green amid the more colourful leaves of the nonflowering plants that seemed to feel they had no need of further glory.

Even the screen was elegant, unlike most of the colourful and glossy paravents seen in standard overseas Chinese restaurants.

Nearby was a scattered settlement of houses outside which stood small, dark-skinned Quechua Indians dressed in ponchos, balaclavas and colourful woollen hats.

The man below his window, no more than a youngster really, looked as if he had stepped directly from the stage of some Ruritanian musical comedy: with his high-plumed velvet hat, long, flowing cloak of yellow blanket cloth and magnificently embroidered high boots fitted with gleaming silver spurs all so sharply limned against and emphasised by the dazzling white background of snow, he was a colourful figure indeed, in that drab, grey Communist country, colourful even to the point of the bizarre.

In battered seaboots and colourful trousers, these bare-armed, wild-haired sailors smacked of the Eastern seas.

The Lenten fast, which was the one fast kept by all classes of society, began after Shrovetide, the most colourful of the Russian holidays, when everybody gorged themselves on pancakes and went for sleigh rides or tobogganing.

Sylvia and I walked down an aisle lined with big books with colourful covers showing balls with spikes and short twisty trains.

Colourful phantom shapes slithered below its translucent surface, tens of thousands of personalities, at once separate and in concord: the multiplicity.

Up towards Edith Weston, bright, colourful sails of windsurfers whizzed about energetically.

It was done for her by Palax and Kaby, a pair of travelling buskers and musicians who are an even more colourful young pair, with their hair dyed bright colours, their clothes even brighter and multiple facial piercings to boot.

He joined the mafficking clubbers, hiding himself within their colourful nucleus, crossing the road by the London Coliseum to head towards Piccadilly Circus.