A comical pitch of unchilled Sorkinism is reached at one point in Twenty Minutes, when he once again resorts to “asshole,” albeit under his breath, after being bumped by two buggy-pushing, cellphone-yakking moms in SoHo.

Taunton station is busy - even more so when the inbound working of my Bristol train arrives, laden with the usual mix of 'staycationers' and locals.

That's one industrial strength cockroach! I'll need the industrial strength bug spray.

I think that you will find her awesomely alert, benignly brash, copulatingly candid, delightfully direct, extremely enlightened […]