“Doctor, may I see your neck, please?”
We closed our first week back in the 1960s with a tremendous car accident, which is either a metaphor for the chaotic process of change and renewal, or just another example of Victoria Winters destroying every single thing that she touches.
Continue reading Episode 466: Welcome to the Hellmouth
“Miss Winters has come from Boston, and she was found — she was brought up in a foundling home.”
Phew, we made it! It’s been a long four hundred and four episodes, but we’re here at last. Our long national nightmare is over. Victoria Winters, girl governess, is finally behind bars where she belongs.
Continue reading Episode 404: Oh My God, Vicki Is an Idiot