Don't Know Who You Are, But, Erm... Thanks?

When my postman isnt sunning himself in some tropical land, or refusing to be a scab during the perpetual postal strikes that make my job as a reviewer an absolute sodding nightmare, he sometimes puts interesting things through my letterbox. I'm always glad to receive goodies (I'm a merch fiend) and my bedroom is a nerdy testament to my passions, which sounds a lot like a CSI team would find a modern-art style smattering of gentlemen's relish all over my room if they brought in the black lights. Anyway... A few mornings ago I awoke to this lying on my floor- no official packaging, no stand, just the main figure in a padded envelope- as if my own particular cylon had gone mental on the journey to my doormat- curiously minus any kind of introductory letter or return address. To my mystery benefactor I thank you, and to everyone else, look how good the merchandis for Battlestar Galactica is... cylon324532454325 And remember theComplete Battlestar Galactica boxset is now available to buy. Dont miss the opportunity to pick up the greatest modern sci-fi series for yourself.

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