This hotel is a real stinkhole!

And you call yourself a feminist! the baby sneers, her contempt as ill-concealed as a teenage boy's designer underpants. Fauxminist! Fauxminist! her big sister shrills.

We totally relate to gamers who hesitate to devote a few hours to pixel hunting to solve puzzles.

The notion of a second skin may still be more seductive in the imagining than the reality, but on the utopian side of the Blade Runner there is the prospect of cybersuits, made possible by petrochemical fabrics.