It is tempting to speculate about the incentives or compulsions that might explain why anyone would take to the skies in [the] basket [of a balloon]: […]; […]; or perhaps to muse on the irrelevance of the borders that separate nation states and keep people from understanding their shared environment.

My favourite bit – bar the attempt to enforce a ruthless caste system in the no-mark community – is the prissy way Danny asterisks the word fuck …

When a hose line is divided into two or more lines, these lines are known as wyed lines.

Yet men go into matrimony as if to the gallows. Even my own husband - a model of uxoriousness, so far - turned a whiter shade of pale the night before our wedding. I'm having a funny feeling, he confided, lying rigid on our bed like a felled tree. I think it's called 'fight or flight'.