A gogglingly boring twentysomething soap; so appallingly acted and coshingly scripted it emerges with cult-classic potential. Our four flatmates – who take care to never, ever overlap their lines of dialogue – loaf around and strum guitars and critique romcoms and do the washing up with such fumbling inanity it's as if they're fresh out of nappies, rather than uni. One of them acquires an elderly boyfriend (Paul Nicholls, 34), which freaks her friends out something chronic. If this is Dalston mumblecore, god help us.