You do realise there's a pretty massive gulf between "some crazy people support the presidential candidate" and "the presidential candidate is himself crazy", right?

I remember watching the first episode and saying to myself: "The only way this guy could be more evil is if they showed him killing small animals for fun."

I think so, yeah.

I thought a Brazilian Jesus was what you get at the salon when you really want to impress on the nude beaches.

Who is Nice Hat, and why does he have so many ladies?

It's also worth watching the study of the relationship between teen pregnancy and criminality in America's youth entitled Sugar and Spice.

He could have been, but he's even older than Idris Elba.

That reminds me of how Get Your War On explained "Operation Enduring Freedom" as meaning "Operation Enduring Our Freedom To Bomb The Living Fuck Out Of You".

Richard Armitage tried to kill both Robin Hood and Captain America, and while I'll allow that in both cases he was just doing his job, I'm less inclined to forgive him for actually killing the lovely Lucy Griffiths and the spectacular Stanley Tucci, whose scenes are my absolute favourite part of that movie.

Hot Evil Guy Day.

Listen, if you'd spent your childhood being kept in an attic eating nothing but a bucket of fish heads every week, you'd want to become a "food celebrity", whatever that is, too.

As I never tire of reminding people, Alicia Witt was also Saint Alia of the Knife in David Lynch's Dune.

James Marsters was also funny on Warehouse 13 as a cowardly immortal non-vampire whose brother was Anthony Stewart Head. Gotta love that show's nerd-happy approach to casting guest stars.

Matthew Perry is definitely not one of the first three Friends actors I would push out of my overloaded hot air balloon.

In fairness, describing James Bond as a "man" is a stretch, considering how the movies are basically an adolescent boy's fantasy.

Ace, Ace, shot a Dalek in the face, murdered Cybermen from space, fought a mutant vampire race, picked up girls in every base, drew Excalibur just in case…

Other than the occasional film, I don't think I've watched anything on ITV in at least five years.

Molly… that's just a cutesy name for goofballs, isn't it?

Ah, London Keyes. So gorgeous, so charming, so indescribably filthy.

Admit it. You wept like a child when Adric died. Like an obnoxious, intellectually arrogant, maths-expert, child.