The first ten minutes of Jeeves and Wooster are so damn brilliant though.

From the judge gravely fining Bertie five pounds for “hooliganism” with all the gravity of him handing down the death penalty for murder, to Bertie, our main character, not saying a damn word for the first 7 minutes he’s on screen because he is too hungover-to-fuck to speak, to Jeeves somehow magicking Bertie’s trashed bedroom into perfect neatness within seconds without making a sound.

Also Bertie draped across his bed half undressed in a trashed bedroom with clothes scattered all over, hungover and shoving his alarm clock into a drawer so he can sleep is the most relatable twentysomething thing I have ever seen.