It does kind of feel less like 'wow, this will be an astonishing late-series twist!' and more 'guys, look, it's up to you - you can have Ms Weaver on set for another two weeks, or you can have a season finale that involves more than a heated conversation in a dimly lit portakabin. Oh, and either way she's keeping all…

So, look, is it me, or…

I was lucky enough to be inveigled into reading the trilogy as part of a book club. This could be awesome, but they're better have someone who's read some Frantz Fanon on the writing team, because the stuff the books have to say about trauma and colonialism is…dense, and it would be a shame to dumb it down.

I have no idea what you are talking about, because I am definitely a responsible adult with impulse control. Yes.

I think the 90s produced at least one essential album (The Infotainment Scan) and one that's not essential, but still worth owning even for non-completists (Code:Selfish).

It gets a bit impenetrable at the back end, though.

Hex Enduction Hour is hard sums. You need the slightly 'poppier' Brix-era stuff, really. My way in was 'Extricate', which has the only explicit Fall love song (Bill is Dead) and an early experiment with dance music produced in collaboration with, of all people, Coldcut (Telephone Thing).

Occasionally reaching out a tentacle of protoplasm to fuck with the bassist's amp.

Given the timings, I've now realised that it's entirely plausible that Mark E Smith was the entity David Jones had to separate from himself, Superman III style, in order to become 'David Bowie'.

About 50% of Imperial Wax Solvent and 25% of YFOC are quasi-essential. I've listened to Re-Mit once and have not felt the need to do so again.

That's sort of my point. Even we devotees of the Hip Priest can't in all honesty offer much greater praise than 'actually good' these days.

I don't think it's so much underrated, as hamstrung by an uncomfortable late 80s hurrah-for-the-Taliban subplot which means it doesn't tend to pop up on TV or streaming services so much due to general historical embarrassment.

I recall sitting in a pub with some friends, one of whom was a fellow Fall fan, around the time of Your Future Our Clutter.

The one-up-from-gastropub near me simply adds a codicil to the menu saying that they will do smaller portions of about 70% of it (because fair's fair, you're either grilling a sea bass or you aren't) in smaller portions for slightly less money. That's how you do it.

I can't find the clip, but wasn't there a moment a while back when someone actually directly asked Sarah Palin why she thought all these scientists were involved in the conspiracy and she was literally stumped? Like, she could even imagine it was the sort of question anyone would ask?

Watched it last night so just wanted to check back in and say you're right. Sorry.

Doesn't 'Sleeping in Light' strongly imply the same thing has happened to him? He gets hammered at dinner, presumably to escape the influence, and then tries unsuccessfully to warn them.

Bit of a stretch to say he got a 'happy ending' in B5, no? I mean, doesn't he end up Emperor, with one of those shadow 'keepers' attached to him and manoeuvring him into corrupting Sheridan and Delenn's son?

I recall reading somewhere, and I don't know how true it is although I do very much want it to be, that Bowie's famous 'bulge' in the film is actually a strategically placed pot-pourri that he'd rather thoughtfully put down his tights because the juggler was spending hours on the hot set crouching behind them at groin…

You haven't, up until now, said anything at all about 'campus segregation' or indeed 'the left'.