Who remembers my previous rant about the sexual frustrations I was experiencing in regards to Daryl and Carol (up a tree…K-I-S-S-I-N-G) not getting it on when both of them clearly want, neeeed to? Well, you may also remember that I compared the people living in a post-apocalyptic world to the Barbarians who sacked Rome; fighting and fucking on a scale that could only be matched by the average Saturday night at the Trafalgar Inn in Aldershot during the days when it was home to The Parachute Regiment (Airborne!). Well, last Continue Reading...