Finally got through season five this week. I've been padding warily around it for a fortnight - do I really want to commit to 20 hours of wig-based spy capers?
The answer was yes. Possibly. Although I'm still a little baffled about what it was about. Maybe that's cos Alias is baffling. Maybe it's cos I watched the last episode after a very long very lovely evening out in one of East London's post-modern gayaterias.
I dunno. But I remember thinking as I staggered to bed at oh-god-oh-clock: I just don't own enough wigs.