FRESH MEAT



BEST. SHOW. EVER. Literally about students living their messed up lives in a uni house because they failed to get into halls, and it's a masterpiece. *This pseudo-review is only about the first season.

First off, there is VOD, or VIOLET NORDSTROM (pic above) my favourite character. Talking about breaking gender stereotypes. Usually given to a male character, Vod embodies the typical or in this case atypical 'leg' or 'legend' in uni-speak. Promiscuous and snorting, and sorting drugs all over campus, she is viewed with almost a respectful awe. Unexpectedly becomes very close to OREGON, a high strung, secretly posh girl who is determined to hide her bourgeoisie roots, as we all are. Interesting fact- she's also sleeping with Professor TONY SHALES, the middle-aged English teacher.

Then there is JOSIE, the bubbly, nice Welsh girl doing not only dentistry but also JP, an openly posh arrogant boy with a secretly good side, and KINGSLEY, the snooty, precocious Geology student with smart comments to pass on just about everything.

HOWARD, the strange Scottish Geologist who spends most of his time being strange in his underground grotto but for the most part of his appearances, he is funny and delightful, always sure to say something completely and utterly weird.

And last but definitely least, there is PAUL LAMB the invisible man who spends the better part of his first term being invisible when HOWARD finds out he has had a nervous breakdown 4 weeks ago and has had to leave.

Altogether, the cast of Fresh Meat make it a wonderful show to watch, and quite simply the best show of 2016. MUST WATCH.

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