It’s 2024 and I might be the last person on earth to watch The Walking Dead. What a loser! | Zoe Williams

It is messing with my peripheral vision, so that when I walk past a thin person with an uneven gait, I look around for something sharp. It turns out my brother was similarly obsessed, but took a different direction, and for ages, whenever he arrived anywhere new, started scoping it out for postapocalyptic suitability. But he is a regularly fast adopter, so that was years ago; he can’t remember most of it, just that he decided somewhere in Devon was good for an independent water supply but less good for looting, unless you were urgently in need of some antiques. And while he is somewhat happy to discuss this and the wider zombie universe, it isn’t all he wants to talk about. So he is no use to me. Watch things at the same time as everyone else, is the moral of this.