The original film This is England came out in 2006. I was 25; it was not long after I had moved to Brighton. I saw it as soon as it came out, being a Shane Meadows fan after watching A Room For Romeo Brass (brilliant) and Dead Man’s Shoes (terrifying).
I loved it, but I’m sure I had no idea how attached to these characters I would become. When the TV spin-off started a few years later – that’s when I fell truly in love.
By this point, like so many of us do, I feel as though those characters are my friends. Nearly 10 years have passed. They have grown up as I have. We’ve all been through a lot (admittedly, I have not been through anything quite as traumatic as some of the characters have – thank gxx).
It sounds frivolous, but it’s funny how we can measure our own lives compared to those of fictional characters. I remember so clearly what was going on in my life and who I was with when every new instalment of the series came out.
This Sunday night is the last ever instalment, apparently. I hope it isn’t. I want it to go on forever.
Last week, seeing Lol and Woody together after so much has happened, I cried and cried and cried. ‘Christ, I love you; it’s ridiculous,’ he said. After everything. They look older, different. I think of the ways I do, too.
I can’t wait for Sunday night. I also kind of want it never to come. I want them all to be OK; I don’t know if they will be.