Sort of tempting, but really, that story is done with. I want Pizzolatto to have a crack at coming up with something new for season 3, as he did for 2. I don't want two (or three) variations on season 1.

That was almost a sentence. Keep up the good work!

I suggest a series of small vignettes, dialogue free but with evocative sound effects, to give a flavour of the years to come. for example, a harried man trudging through a field covered in cowpats.

Here's a tip: to really express that anger, make surre your the 'Keep Out, Mum!' sign on your bedroom door is at a slight angle.

Yes, Trump is truly the Daddy of the losers.

I am very much against this notion that being a racist idiot and not being a racist idiot is a division that clearly and easily and naturally falls along class lines. this argument of the 'metropolitan elites', usually contrasted with the 'white working class', falls into that trap. If an argument leads one to think…

While I claim no superiority for myself - I am very much of and with the proles - I would say not being a racist idiot is certainly a superior way to being a racist idiot.

'These days, if you say you're English, you'll be arrested in and thrown in jail'

Good news: he isn't.

There's some decent actors on the show. You'd think someone would take him to the side and give him some tips and that. I think he's improving, but he shouldn't have been left that long without guidance.

The internet is a great facilitator of hyperventilating hyperbole. Everything and everyone is either The Best or The Worst.

Sitting on public transport? That's anti-Trump. Taking the good parking spot? That's anti-Trump. Driving during rush hour? That's anti-Trump.

You might want to know of the pleasure to be had from One Song To The Tune Of Another:

I don't know, Ryan. And I don't know if it's you or me. I was practically obsessed from about '02 to '11. But now….eh.

She got scary thin a few years back. I generally don't get drawn into health concerns, but 4 albums in 20 years means she's got to live for a while yet.

Figured out who/what Negan reminds me of.

Butter? I hardly etc.

At some point, Negan will be walking in his cocky fashion, and Judith will gurgle some nonsense noise. He'll reel around and start giving it the 'what did you say?'. And Judith will make some more nonsense noise, and Negan will get increasingly irate, not able to understand why Judith isn't phased by his schtick, and…

Negan needs to be careful, lest he meets a fate similar to Ray, the man afflicted with a sarcastic tone of voice:

Damn right.