"I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit.

Dexter could just tell Deb that he's been helping Lumen track these rapist fucks for her to kill, and leave the Bay Harbour Butcher stuff pinned on Doakes. Harry's Code, the post-BHB kills, Brian Moser etc needn't feature in his explanation at all: it was the death of Rita that sent him over the edge, he was out…

I'm with Tim.

Ween.

Shawne -

To be fair, That Black Guy is sometimes also known as The Black Ghostbuster.

I for one am sick of his Phippster bullshit.

Ludicrous/Tragic: kudos!

Now you fellas have said some pretty mean things, some of which were true under that fiend Mel Gibson: he was a wife-beating drunk, and a racist. On the other hand, he had a tremendous singing voice.

Judge Dredd. Practically everything about him is obnoxious, neo-fascist and diametrically opposed to all my wooly-liberal ideals, but dammit if he wasn't the most compelling comic book character of my youth.

"Hello. I'm a British person."

Port Royal Jamaica, 1688-93: when it was known as the "Wickedest Town On Earth". The last days of Henry Morgan; rubbing shoulders with pirates, privateers and dockside slatterns; one tavern for every ten residents; a boat to take out and anchor a mile or so off shore, there to swim and fish for Marlin; and all the…

"Was it a millionaire who said "Imagine no Possessions"?"

Ah, remember when "Elvis Costello's beard" was like Yoko frickin' Ono in the music press lexicon of the day: like it had sapped all of his creative will and broke up The Attractions only to drag him off to weird, quasi-avant garde territories?

@Fast Zombie/Dwight:

Series one of "Spaced" is surely superior to the second (less specific film & TV references, more genre-spoofing in general), but in the shape of "Gone" S2 had the finest single episode in the entire run. It was also the very last Pegg and Hynes - nee Stevenson - would craft together, before Shaun Of The Dead and…

Cornetto. And this time, make it green (please, fucking hurry).

And "Holy Communion"? Is that what the Catholic Church is calling *it* these days?

Sir, the tapes are listenable, so long as you are not an elegant Victorian lady. It's nowhere near the "fecophilia" scale: merely the highly-amusing sound of impotent rage. It also has a satisfying "guilty party digging himself ever deeper into a hole without even realising it" vibe, appealing to our wider…

Just A Thought…
…but wouldn't "Keep your phone on, Oksana Grigorieva" have been more topical?