…Season 3 of the mighty Battlestar Galactica. A remake of some lame, cheesy, post-Star Wars rip-off seems to have become my all-time favourite genre TV show ever. How the Hell did that happen?
The series ended with the mindf*ck to end all mindf*cks. Without ruining it for anyone, it strongly implied that the Great Bard himself, Bob Dylan, is actually a Cylon. I’m sure it wasn’t like this in Dirk Bennedict’s day.
I guess this means I’ll have to re-listen to ‘Blonde on Blonde’ again and scrutinise it for oblique references to Caprica, Lorne Green and Toasters.
Like I need an excuse.