I’m glad we saw The Inbetweeners film after our 18-year-old son had returned from his trip to Magaluf with his nine schoolfriends all wearing identical blue tee-shirts as they set foot on Spanish soil. (Yes, I know what they REALLY call Magaluf!!!)

I can typecast James’ nice natured friends whose characters match William, Jay, Simon and Neil from this hilarious programme – a particular hit with my husband who laughs the loudest as he reminisces about his lost youth. He particularly liked the scathing head teacher who no longer wanted to ever see or hear from the boys again once they left school.

Just like the film, James’ hotel was a dump, and they deliberately chose the cheapest they could find as they reckoned they wouldn’t be in their room for long. When they arrived, the water was pouring in down the walls, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise as they were given a free upgrade to a half-decent place with a hothouse disco.

Thanks to The Inbetweeners, I think we can guess what happened the rest of their laddish holiday….

The end of the series is timely with James heading to university too next month. I will always think of him when the repeats are shown.