Why can't it deal with the mundane? Why can't it depict the overwhelming boredom experienced by those 'coming of age''? Why can't it accurately document the real customs of the pubic masses...grey wanks, countless hours on the internet, disillusionment, shampooing arse hair in the sink, sour attempts at occupying your day (writing bollocks, watching boxsets, attempting to put trousers on your animals), stalking girls on social networking sites, drinking at glitter bins, sullying your mind by fixating on bombshells...realising/pretending their fucking boring anyway. No sex. No drugs. No fighting with Larry Screw-Arse. Maybe abit aggressive nudging...followed by hand shakes and the inevitable exchange of 'you're alright mate. You're alright mate,''. Then home. Then bed. Then dreams of bed and home.

…….because it aint good drama.