Our beloved police blood-spatter analyst/serial-killer is back. This season, Debs has discovered Dexter’s dirty little secret and it has sent her loopy. The particular incident that sent her barking at the moon involved the death of LaGuerta. Captain LaGuerta was a largely unsympathetic brown-noser who I started to develop respect for as she regained her cop-instincts towards the end of the last season. Unfortunately, she regained credibility by investigating Dexter. Oh dear. That the show is still managing to retain my fickle-affections must mean something after eight seasons, but I’m glad that this is the final hurrah as I’m not keen on watching Dexter Morgan, become a grandad. Intriguingly, Charlotte Rampling has joined the cast as head-shrinker expert on psychopathy bent on exploiting the scarlet one’s talents.
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“Doctor... Who? Pah! I am the Captain! Sherbet lemon? Now step into my wardrobe. What? Yes, of course it's smaller on the inside you blithering idiot!”—The Captain!
“There's Ed, Op Ed, Op, and then there's this blog.”—The Captain!
“Well done son, keep it up!”—The Captain's Mum
“People will think you're a nerd.”—The Captain's Dad
“I hate this!”—vox populi
“I don't care.”—The Captain!
“Who the Hell is the Captain anyway?”—Roy Mathur
“He is not an adventurer, rock star and supervillain with a penchant for G&Ts, C7H10N4O2 and insanely loud music. His exploits do not usually involve arriving just in time to save the multiverse (or thoroughly bugger it up) in a Vimana shaped like a wardrobe. And, contrary to the wanted posters, he is certainly not a multi-tentacled cyborg from the 27th dimension.”—Anonymous
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