I love it when I find a new programme I enjoy. Something else to obsess over, another half hour to an hour of my life filled with pleasure each week. I love it even more when it is a show that everyone else I know is watching as well – daily social interaction with work colleagues is so much easier when you have all got hooked on the same show.

Sadly, some shows just don’t have that reach. You discover them, go into work the next day wanting to discuss them with someone, only to be met with blank stares and a mumbled ‘might try and catch up at the weekend’. They don’t though. Ever. Getting my colleagues to watch Scream Queens was like howling into an abyss.

I am now having the same problem with Crashing, a comedy that appeared on Channel 4 with little promotion other than being bungled together in a trailer with other bigger shows. Which is a shame, as it is worthy of at least some fanfare.

It centres on the aimless, borderline hipster Lulu, whose latest life turn as seen her hunt out her childhood best friend Anthony, who now lives as a property guardian with his girlfriend Kate and a number of other disparate twenty-somethings. There’s a lot of ‘will they, won’t they’ with Lulu and Anthony, with hints that both have always wanted their friendship to go further, plus the less than secure coupling with him and Kate.

In fact, Kate spends the first two episodes as a broadly unsympathetic character, paranoid and obsessive. However, the third episode flips this by making Lulu come across more as indiscrete and promiscuous, seeking attention and generally showing a lack of responsibility for her actions. The curry night that this episode builds around leads nicely to an emotional car crash for several characters, as the strings of different plot lines start to cross over.

Which brings me to the two subplots, both of which, in my opinion, drive the show a lot more. First there is French artist Melody, who has half-enraptured, half-kidnapped divorcee Colin, and has decided to have him as her muse. She offers to be generous with his penis in her art, which is all any man can ask for out of such a relationship. There is a beauty in watching her break him down and then rebuild him, stronger and happier than he was before.

Secondly, there is the mismatched friendship between sexual prowler Sam and nerdy but adorable Fred. But there is something deeper here, as supposed lades man Sam seems to have fallen for Fred, and alternates between teasingly suggesting something could happen, before pulling away, partly disgusted at where his thoughts are taking him. And now Fred has met someone else, his passive aggressive behaviour is getting more unpredictable. It is a surprisingly heart-breaking watch for a comedy, but it is so well done it never jars.

Phoebe Waller-Bridge, creator and star of the show, should be proud of what she has made. It’s funny, interesting and smart. By rights, this should be a jewel in Channel 4’s crown, part of the case for the defence as it is threatened by privatisation. Instead, despite its slot, it feels hidden away. Please, people, give it a go. You won’t regret it.

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