So… I'm guessing Alexis Grace played the stranger who they found in the Alps?

Seventh of December, 1949
They got what they'd been wishing for, all of the time.
He grew up in a trailer, by the time he was nine,
He rolled off to join the circus telling fortunes on the side.

So did I, so I felt the need to google it (I swear, that's the only reason), and apparently both are acceptable.

The X-Men movies never gave James Marsden a chance.

Shove them in lockers, take their lunch money, and spend it on comic books and Star Trek pogs.

My favourite piece of TV trivia: Colin Salmon was one of the two main "grown-up" actors on Hex, a so-mediocre-it's-mediocre attempt at making a British version of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The other grown-up, in the "Angel" role? A pre-fame Michael Fassbender.

Quentin Tarantino and Joss Whedon would argue that it's the same thing.

Between Terry Pratchett's Angua and the 1996 TV mini-series Wilderness, for a brief period I had a thing about werewolf women. The idea being that they were women who occasionally turn into wolves (no transitional stage), and otherwise are just really comfortable being naked outdoors… look, I was a teenager, okay?

He's not a combat model; he's an infiltration model. Superhuman strength is too hard to hide, so giving it to them would be a dead giveaway.

So, Kelly left her jacket next to the Angry Molesting Tree. Odds on Ash finding it and assuming she's been eaten?

Of course, since he was already an alcoholic bum before Ash pressured him to start drinking, that implies that the show's approach to time travel is that everything you do in the past had already happened, and therefore you can't change anything. Which would mean Ash is doomed to fail.

Clyde is played by a guy named Sam Strike, who I am 85 per cent sure is actually the protagonist of a children's cartoon from the 80s about a team of giant robot pilots.

When was the last time there was a genuinely good Robin Hood film or show or whatever?

Nick Stahl, the third best John Connor.

No mention of Underworld? He was killing werewolves with his bare hands. You'd think that would be worth mentioning, even if almost nothing else about those films is.

"Dame Judi Dench" is actually con artist slang for a classic caper. You'll need a copy of the Racing Post, two identical greyhounds, and a lady who can do a convincing impression of a Duchess.

Darker than marrying Charlie Sheen?

I've never heard of Orlando Brown, but I assume he is best known for people getting suddenly disappointed two thirds of the way through his name.

It's actually about the extremely complicated dishwashing rota.

Maeve's story, on the other hand, has almost as much fire and way more nudity.