Ever since I smoked my first cigarette (aged 29), I have been glad to no longer be young. It seems very tiresome, very intense. There are a lot of things you need to keep tabs on. Being young means knowing what side of all this Drake beef you need to be on, or paying attention to New Music Friday. You need to develop a special technique so you can vape in public without getting in trouble for vaping in public. Big jumpers, the Sidemen. Steven Bartlett is always trying to sell you Huel. Not for me, thanks. I’m 36 and, culturally, I may as well be dead. I’m here instead Googling “stocks and shares ISA for normal people or do you have to be a sort of … what is stocks and shares ISA?”.
Anyway! Something else for young people, now. It’s called Dead Boy Detectives and it’s on Netflix (from 25 April), and there’s a very real chance that if you’re reading a column in the Guardian then, and I mean this nicely, it’s not going to be for you. But I am here to tell you that the young person TV show is actually really fun, and possibly very much worth your time, as long as you don’t make the grave error of taking it too seriously.
