TV series recommendations are dangerous things unless you have a good measure of the person recommending them to you. Since most of my friends’ tastes lean towards the awesome or awesomely hilarious (the “so bad it’s good” or Terribad categories, usually) I didn’t know what to think when one of them recommended me Strike Witches. It’s one of those shows whose reputation precedes it, and not in a good way either.

It’s fair to say that I wasn’t sure if this little viewing experiment with the Skirtless Wonders of the 501st would even pay off, so I did the sensible thing and marathoned both seasons in the space of two evenings, accompanied by numerous bottles of real ale. Which turned out to be a wise move, since it’s actually really quite good.






