Trump’s empty adjectives mean we should be very, very worried

Occasionally, Trump loses the run of himself and allows his paired adverbs to breed like rabbits, writes Terry Prone.

If I knew where Mick is buried, I’d go visit his grave one of these days, just to check if that phrase about someone turning in their grave could be true.

Mick was a greatly feared sub-editor in his fifties when I was a 16-year old feature writer on his newspaper. A legend in his own lunchtime, he was, mainly known for wrecking phones by banging them down on illiterate freelance reporters when they couldn’t see the grammatical light.