A series about Hieronymus Bosch would be awesome, as long as it didn't wander off into Dan Brown territory, as such themes seem to do these days.

I was immensely grateful they used the term "Loose!" instead of "Fire!". A small detail but a crucial one.

The distinctions between Norse/Anglo-Saxon hair and beards were keenly observed.

The way they're forbidden nudity spares them the worst excesses of GoT's sexposition. It shows you don't need tits every five minutes just because it's GRITTY DRAMA.

The battle scenes are superbly choreographed. It's easy to mess up these things on tv but this show does it perfectly. Things feel fluid and smooth, no loitering extras, and a real sense of danger and tension in the whole thing.

They should have just got Sting. It's not like he's doing anything.

Look see, I've enough of your leek-bashing now.

Leonard Cohen is a deranged god.

Define "nice".

Pardon me?

I remember the (probably false, but hey) tale about how Disney had to digitally reduce her boob size on the poster, lest her generous jugs offended families.

Her only crime was loving too much. That, and all the crime.

The ambient soundtrack was something incredible. It was so creepy.

Didn't work so well for poor Richard Harrow last year.

Dammit Ragnar, it's Betty and Megan all over again!

"The game is called Domination!"

Tetris is great.

Thank god for the Townes van Zandt at the end. It kind of snapped me out of the seedy, unsettled headspace I floated through for that hour.

"C" for conspiracy! We're through the looking glass here.

A lot of the ratings have mystified me in recent months.