“Okay”—Ben walked to the doorway, then turned—“but if you secretly sniff nose candy while I'm at the office, I don't want to know about it.”

My relationship towards tulips is inherently Lynchian. I think they are disgusting. Just imagine. Aren't these some kind of, how do you call it, vagina dentata, dental vaginas threatening to swallow you?

The mother church of Christian Scientists is in Boston, Massachusetts.

Today, though, the sight of a pencil-skirted, high-heeled secretary is fairly uncommon – a hard day spent hot-desking and video-conferencing is best faced in comfortable trousers and a pair of flat pumps, after all – but that very archetype was rather sweetly re-enacted by Maggie Gyllenhaal last year in Secretary.