Just starting to enjoy my Christmas present copy of David Marsh’s ‘For Who the Bell Tolls’…

“My one-year-old son’s favourite TV programme, the surreally brilliant In the Night Garden, features a hero who communicates only in squeaks; the others can only say their own names apart from Upsy Daisy, who can also say ‘daisy doo’ and ‘pip-pip onk-onk’. (Chomsky would call this ‘poverty of the input’.)