I quite loved the use of the Eiffel Tower in this. Most productions would either shoot stuff at it’s base or at the very top (and it’s a narrow, pokey wee space up there...) but I bet a lot of viewers weren’t even aware of the first floor. Also, where was the filming location for the Lacuna? That was beautiful.

Red sauce, aye?

I fucking adore spring rolls. When I was a tiny Vinegar, they were all I would ask for at Chinese restaurants (that and crispy seaweed. Good fucking god, that stuff is delectable) and I was so damned happy when my friend’s grandmother (herself an exile from Hong Kong) showed me how to make them. I prefer making them…

Sir, I’d like to present you with The Intarwebs. For you have won them today.

I’d rather the little fucker gets the explosive shits for a full six month period. And tapeworms.

So much stupid, so little time. Still, her decision. Hope she can live with the consequences of her actions. Just remember to keep your child isolated from other children, Kat.

No mention of the Taupo Volcano? New Zealand’s very own supervolcano (currently posing as the very beautiful and tranquil-looking Lake Taupo)?

I would love it if the second Predator was something akin to a cop hunting down a rogue Predator.

We had something like this in Scotland for, oh, 111 years.

Again, no, Hirsch with his creepy-ass face can fuck all the way off. There are other Interchangeable Chad actors out there. He had his chance. He blew it.

So, you haven’t read the books and yet you’ve come in here to spout off about Pullman’s “anti-religious” stance (boy, you are so wrong)?

I really don’t see what the problem is with opening up educational opportunities to children from either a poorer or under-represented demographic. I really don’t. I was offered a place at a private school when I was going into my third year at school (in Scotland, third year means thirteen-fourteen, and is the time…

No. When one of us pasty-faced fucktards is being racist to you, you fucking tell us. You shame us. You make us realise that whatever they may think of you, that our words and actions hurt you and they are not fucking acceptable to any fucking decent human being. You don’t pussy-foot around racism. You don’t dress it…

BYE BITCH! Bubye! GOOD-BYE!

I love KFC, but I’ve fallen in love with a meatless KFC recipe created by the Avante-Garde Vegan over on Youtube. It’s ridiculously easy to make as well. Just remember: Hail Seitan!

She’d devour your relatives for their shenanigans. Two things don’t happen in Granny Vinegar’s house: watching East Enders and being racist.

I could understand if the show followed some sense of logic in the seasons - the first season deals with the suicide and the immediate aftermatch, the second deals with the repercussions and the third potentially dealing with people finding a way to cope, move on and help others. But that’d be too fucking much to ask…

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

UNLEASH THE AVASARALA!!!!

Depends on how sauced she gets.