My personal worst was
Coming of Age. Off the back of the success of Susan Nickson's Two Pints and Grownups, the BBC decided they wanted to try to recapture that lighting in a bottle and commission another sitcom written by a teenager. The result was somehow worse. Enter Tim Dawson. Now a Tory Eurosceptic grifter cunt who writes for the Spectator, he just so happened to have a sitcom he wrote when he was at school. He also happened to be Nickson's boyfriend. What a coincidence.
In terms of performances, imagine CBeebies sitcom Justin's House, yet somehow broader. The characters are hormone-charged teenagers and never elevate beyond very basic outlines. They never truly become people. And each of these outlines are paired off into
hilariously mismatched relationships. Ahah, a
chav, right, trying to get off with a
posh girl. A
horny girl and a
frigid boy. Could you even imagine??? It's just hollow grotesques making bawdy jokes at the expense of other hollow grotesques.
Just look at these cunts:

Sadly, it ran for 23 episodes and was only killed as part of the cost saving drive that also saw the end of Two Pints, Doctor Who Confidential and Ideal.