I am a Netflix sceptic. Every few months, as I begin to exhaust how much one person can rewatch the good series of Arrested Development, I consider cancelling it. And every time I get to that stage; something comes along that stops me from doing so. Last year, the promise of Gillian Anderson portraying Thatcher as the pantomime villain of the eighties kept the direct debit flowing. This year, it was glimpses of Heartstopper, the coming-out-of-age show based on Alice Oseman’s comics. I was expecting a sweet, mild, and innocent way to while away a few evenings. What I was not prepared for was a two-part binge to leave me feeling hollow and a wistful longing for what could’ve been. I mean, the show was brilliant. An adorable tale of a group of friends navigating their way through secondary school, centring around the anxious and ever-so-slightly-nerdy-in-a-TV-way 1 Charlie (Joe Locke) and his crush on Nick (Kit O'Connor), the star of the rugby team 2 . Beyond Nick and Charlie’s...