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The Deaders are back, and Rick's playing Lemmings on the Mayhem level. "Let's go!"
In an exclusive interview, everyone from The Walking Dead has professed their total confidence that some random punter they met can cure the zombie pandemic if they get him to Washington.
Sorry, but all I see is Rick doing a poo in the woods. I wish I was better than this. Please don't go. I can change.
The bastards at Terminus have beaten him so bad, his moustache has slipped off his upper lip and into his mouth. Animals.
In years to come, we will remember 2013 as the year everything changed. Danny Dyer is now in Eastenders, and across the land all else has ceased to matter. But look upon the works of this medium, now so wholly transformed, and you will see more than this. And you might think it handy that some berk put it all in a list and bid you read it.
Otherwise his feet would be burning. Ignore the fact that it's the car boot and not the bonnet, and take a moment to consider how many levels this joke works on. I counted six.
Trailer here. Spoiler alert: they're still in the bloody prison, and Grouty wants Egg to distract Mr Barrowclough so Ives can smuggle a load of butter out of the kitchen.
We spent 2012 doing what we do best: watching TV and putting off writing about it. And my stars, the things we've seen. If only there were some way to convey our preferences of one thing over another through hierarchical structuring. Wait a minute ...
Always the way. You get in after a hard day at the office/factory/zombie killing fields, all you want to do is enjoy a nice sit-down, and the bloody phone rings. But who's calling? The Governor? Merle? The ghost of T-Dog?
"Chandler Riggs," I thought to myself idly tonight. "Ha! What was he, named after Chandler from Friends?" Turns out the kid was born in 1999, when Friends had been on the air for five years. So yeah, that's perfectly plausible. There's so little of my life left.