Brassic: The Beautiful Chaos of Northern Life
Brassic, right, is the kind of series that punches you in the gut, then buys you a pint. It’s a glorious, foul-mouthed, chaotic mess that somehow manages to be both utterly bonkers and deeply heartfelt at the same time. Imagine a drunken romp through the north with a band of lovable idiots, only every now and then, it smacks you over the head with a profound insight about life, friendship, and mental health. At its core, Brassic is a love letter to the working-class hero, the kind of bloke who lives for the next daft scheme but has a heart as big as his overdraft. You’ve got Vinnie, played by Joe Gilgun, who’s like the unhinged cousin of every lad you’ve ever met down the pub, but with the weight of the world on his shoulders. One minute he’s stealing a Shetland pony, the next he’s having an existential crisis. And it’s bloody brilliant because that’s how life is, isn’t it? One big rollercoaster of bad decisions, hilarious consequences, and then a quiet moment where you suddenly reali