They say revenge is a dish best served cold. This isn__ correct. Revenge is a dish best served lukewarm or at room temperature (depending on the room) with a side of sauerkraut lightly sprinkled with pepper, a generous helping of golden brown roasted potatoes, and a large loaf of marble rye, washed down with any kind of unfiltered wheat beer.But whatever you do__nd remember this, as it can be a matter of life or death__on__ put any sort of fruit in the beer. Fruit doesn__ belong in beer.

Clear skin, a manicure, a couple dead zombies, and then fame!

We're not in a fairytale story. This is not a movie. Scriptwriters don't write our fates. We do.

...seeing the way his trousers clung to those most English parts.

What__ that supposed to mean, __ passin_ hunger?_ I ATE my fuckin_ girlfriend! An_ we ain__ talkin_ little fuckin_ love bites or a bit of a chew__ went wild kingdom on her ass! It was like a pig pickin_ after fuckin_ Lent-FUCK!

It's why I get miffed at all the dashing around in recent zombie films. It completely misses the point; transforms the threat to a straightforward physical danger from the zombies themselves, rather than our own inability to avoid them and these films are about us, not them. There's far more meat on the bones of the latter, far more juicy interpretation to get our teeth into. The first zombie is by comparison thin and one dimensional and ironically, it is down to all the exercise.