Even keysmash, that haphazard mashing of fingers against keyboard to signal a feeling so intense that you can't possibly type real words, has patterns. A typical keysmash might look like asdljklgafdlik. or asdfkfjas;dfs—quite distinct from, say, a cat walking across the keyboard […]

The first time I signed my exercise I wrote Pisistratus Caxton in my best round-hand. And dey call your baba a scholar! said the Doctor, contemptuously.

As more and more heterosexual Americans become aware of homosexuals as human beings instead of archetypes of evil, antisexual society once again needs to find a new class of perverts loathsome enough to serve as the vehicles for the general suppression of sexual deviance.

In my constituency, however, we have the YIMBYs—which stands for “yes in my backyard”. We want an airport at Finningley.