Anyway, yes. So I've just watched Dead Set.
It was something I remember at the time wondering whether to watch, because yay, zombies - but also I was vaguely concerned that I wouldn't 'get it' because I'd never watched an episode of Big Brother in my life. And this was way before Charlie Brooker had entered my sphere of consciousness, so once I'd (a) twigged he'd written it and (b) come across a copy in HMV whilst pissed and therefore prepared to pay over the odds for having it in my hands right now...well.
I have to say as well, that it's possibly the only time I've ever been glad of being thoroughly spoiled for the end of something (in this case by Charlie himself, just aftter 22:15) because God, anyone else writing it I would have assumed...well. Exactly. Oh Charlie, you nihilistic fuck, I love you.
It's amazing. I loved it. Not without flaws maybe, but then shit, what is?
I thought I'd watch an episode or two, as it was fairly late when I started. Promptly watched the whole lot, only pausing between episodes to fetch more wine.
Love the fact that for the most part it's the female characters that have the nous and backbone.
Slightly bizarre hearing very much Charlie's voice in certain lines (especially having just read one of his books of columns).
And now it's gone 1am and I'm a bit dead. Grrr. Argh. Etc.