I’ll never understand people who say The Inbetweeners is dated. 2008 might feel like a long time ago, but it wasn’t what you’d call “acceptable” back then to use phrases like “bumder” and “frothing at the gash” and “knee deep in grammar school clunge”.

As far as I remember from that time, when like its four central idiots I too was in Sixth Form, it wasn’t de rigueur to masturbate over the residents during work experience at an old people’s home, or solicit blow jobs from women selling Cornettos on the seafront on a Geography field trip, or scream at a group of people with Down’s Syndrome for taking the front-row seats on Nemesis Inferno.

The entire point of this completely brilliant comedy – about suburban mediocrity, the mortifying condition of being alive, and the strenuous pursui

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