My favorite sentence of the year

Wherein Dead Poets Society is a very bad movie


Barry Glendenning:

When we're not pretentiously fashioning headlines out of conventionally metered extended metaphor poetry penned by Walt Whitman in 1865, then popularised by a load of barbarically yawping fops in Dead Poets Society 124 years later, the Fiver likes nothing better than to suck leisurely on the end of its V7 Hi-Tecpoint 0.7 Pilot pen, wonder what it is that so obsesses English football players, fans and hacks about the captaincy of their national team, and then sit bolt upright and begin violently coughing and spitting upon realising our mouth is full of ink.