I would love that, because it would make Miley Hazel Wassername.

This. I don't like how Sinead framed it, and she could have used better wording, but that letter wasn't just "put your legs together, young lady!"

How miserable should somebody's life have to be before the Small Government Star Chamber allows them to take a cent?

"If it was a male shooter they'd have shot him dead before he opened fire! Misandry! Misandry everywhere!"

Huh. I'd always disliked him, but I assumed it was just based on a combination of nepotism and his "here's something you've seen before, but with a superficially new/edgy sheen to make fanboys lose all sense of proportion about it!" oeuvre. Now I can claim I was psychic.

Who knew birth control was all about foetuses?

That rose one is so accurate. I always end up drinking it because none of the bars round here seem to stock any red wine, and I'm always thinking "This is really nice. I wish it was red."

I genuinely cannot tell which one of them is the luckier bastard here.

I love Sinead O'Connor. This year she sang the backing vocals on one of my favourite songs of the year (NSFW):

Why do I get the feeling that, if you said that to Miley and Iggy, they would go "We know! We've been trying to tell you we're both black for ages now!"

Ha! I started listening to him fairly late - I don't know whether that was just me, or whether he caught on in the UK later than he did in the US, but I'd heard all this hype about what an amazing rapper he is, and the first thing I hear is 'Hard Knock Sodding Life'. He's grown a bit on me since then, but talk about…

Does she ever age? She looks exactly the same as she did twelve years ago to me.

Ah, the strong personal responsibility ethic of Republicans, part 94. Every lead role you get goes straight to DVD, but it's everyone else's fault that Americans have yet to develop a taste for rape comedies starring the "Makin' copies!" guy.

I don't know, there's something sneakily heteronormative in the way these are all about big, aggressive dinosaurs ravishing people. I'm off to write my own erotic novel, Consensually Scissored by a Hypsilophodon.

I've been having real trouble getting someone to see it with me. The last film I had the same problem with was 127 Hours. I think there's something about people being helpless that's particularly frightening? Traditional disaster movies like The Towering Inferno or The Poseidon Adventure were basically action…

It's attained sentience, like a big camp Skynet.

So that NSA Prism thing a few months ago was just viral marketing for Katy Perry's new album? I'm not sure if I find it more or less sinister now I know that.

They did a one-off special to wrap it up last Friday - it was understandably becoming difficult to keep the cast in one place, so they went out on a high. If you're in the UK you can watch at Channel 4's official site, or their YouTube channel. If not, I'm Sure There Are Ways.

That is clearly a Wookie. You can't fool me.

Shame you didn't post this guide last week, Tracy - these two could really have used it.