I love hunting. Look at the map, and follow it to various critters you can shoot, skin and then sell at markets!

But now with 100% less poltergeist hauntings!

If you ever have to give CPR, an important rule of thumb is to pump the chest to the rhythm of Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees. Seriously! "Ah, ah, ah, ah - stayin' alive! Stayin' Alive!" Quite literally about two beats a second.

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Goddamn, I love Reykjavik - quite possibly the coolest city on the planet. You haven't lived unless you've experienced a runtur on a Friday night, drinking Brennevin at Damon Albarn and Björk's Kaffibarrin cocktail lounge.

Absolutely fascinating article - but have to question the use of the word "evil". It's "evil" - how? I'm genuinely curious.

The zombies were plainly visible under the tarp of the tent, making grabs for the little girl's Hello Kitty sneakers? Lily had a shovel? And she goes back under the tent? Don't know about you, but I'd just head over the the zombie lumps and stab them in the back of the neck with the shovel. Seems a little easier than…

Joe Piscapo obviously representing "1000 years of darkness" in this one.

Come to think of it, Icke himself actually looks like a lizard. A rather dumb-looking one, but a lizard, nonetheless.

One of my earliest memories of Resident Evil was with Part 2. There was that moment where you were limping to one of those little rooms with the typewriter, holding onto life by a mere thread of hope. The tinkling piano music always struck me as the loneliest thing I've ever experienced in a video game - it was quite…

Not really, they've been featuring "Modern Ruins" for some time now.

Am I the first person who immediately thought of Mr Motley?

Why do movies of this "calibre" always have a "martial arts expert" as a protagonist? That's so '80s.

I think the nihilistic ending was the best thing about it. Can't wait to get this on Blu-Ray.

Surely I'm not the only person who thought of this:

On top of all that, The Shannara books don't really hold up too well. I was a huge fan of The Sword of Shannara when I was ten years old. Recently saw a huge used copy of the book in a store and snapped it up, hoping to relive my youth in a weird kind of way. Imagine my sadness when I began reading it - and realised…

You'd think by looking at the section of Canary Wharf that everybody's surname is "Begum". Everywhere else, it's "Smith". Or "Patel" up in the northeast. For real?

Spending years in hyper-sleep with nary a care in the world as to what they're supposed to be doing all the way out there in space. Or not even knowing their crew-mates. Yep.

And this encapsulates in a nutshell what the downfall of the Earth is going to be. Nature has a series of checks and balances to make sure different species don't overpopulate. Now with science helping sterile women give birth or grandmothers giving birth to their daughters' babies or whathaveyou - frankly, I don't…

Too old.