It's HSC time again. Daily updates feature in the newspaper and tearoom small talk moves from the weather (snow in Hobart?! Oh My!) to high school.
As a somewhat neurotic student, High School was just study and stress. So i relish in watching Skins - (supposedly) drenched in reality, the British teens go mushrooming, rave in abandoned houses, piss off Soviet troops on field excursions, have stalkers and affairs with teachers, all whilst managing to scrape through exams without study.
The first generation were an affectionate motley crew of outcasts who genuinely liked one another.
Then there was the second generation, sure i enjoyed watching it, but they pissed me off in equal measure. Snuffy nosed, pretentious twats with no real problems but every issue against the world.