Joy Division
At Les Baines Douches in Paris on 18 December 1979. Admittedly I was only three years old at the time, and living several hundred miles away in Dublin, but repeated listens of the live album from that show have convinced me that I still should have made more of an effort to get there.

Julianna Marguiles in Season Six.

@Mishka and Kenny Dalglish (?)
Text on the internet didn't adequately convey the lilt and sparkle with which I delivered that missive. Also: ye'll never get me Lucky Charms.

Speaking as an Irishman who lived in Scotland for more than a decade, you can get fucked with your "brogue". I have never understood why everyone else has "accents", but the Celts and Picts are supposed to have "brogues". That sounds like twinkly fiddle-dee-dee faux-nostalgic bullshit to me.

@Rubberglue. "Oh, and yes, I AM saying that The Sopranos was not even close to as good as this show." What a brave and radical point of view, expressed by a fearless iconoclast. What I AM saying is that I don't really see the point in comparing these two excellent shows, and especially not for the sake of snidely…

Without wanting to reduce art to an anecdote, wasn't She's Lost Control written about an epileptic girl who Ian Curtis had consulted with in his job at a citizens advice bureau?

It ain't elves.

Thomas Jane as Bane. That would be insane.

I'm with you. The National are the American Coldplay. .

8 years too late …
…and 13 years since the album was actually released, it's still worth pointing out that this review is incredibly wrong-headed.