Here?s us getting all ready to talk to you about the Skins season finale and how that ending was a bit monumentally rubbish hanging off all the cliffs in the Lake District and it's only going to be bloody well on again next week isn't it?

We found that out through the cleverly titled, ?Next Week,? section at the end in case you were wondering what sort of powers we had.

On the whole we've noticed that Skins is peaking as the unusually fast pregnancy plot moves along.

?Fresh Meat is coming up in an hour,? are our most dreaded words, not because we?d rather crawl into an oven than watch anything where Jack Whitehall plays Jack Whitehall, but because they mean Skins is on for the next sixty minutes.

It's all right though, because, this is the penultimate episode so as well as wondering how you spent a good eight weeks watching this in absolute isolation, you can look forward to the days where people might consider letting you near them again without risk of you blurting out terms of endearment that involve the word, ?Delish.?

For now though we're all going to happily continue from where we left of which is exactly with; Oh hark, a vagrant!

It seems only apt that Skins comes on after Embarrassing Bodies (which we have just realised is on a different channel) as every single one of the ?young adults? that consistently get their kit off on this programme should be ashamed of their skin sacks which are here being used for little other than to hold their organs in nearly the right places.

They should be embarrassed that, no matter what age they are, every single one of them is wearing tight hugging day glow boxers and ill-fitting bras. And they never wear those for long. And have you seen their sodding jewellery?

Congratulations are due to Skins though who last night tackled a real subject or at least attempted to. Alo was sent down kicking and screaming for cherry picking in the My Little Pony field, which as we all know is just plain sick and good television it does make as Skins effortlessly rode it's way to one of the best episodes of the season so far.

Come on guys you know the Skins drill by now: Bristol, rich kids, drugs, drama, overwrought emotional turmoil, and sweat… buckets and buckets of filthy sweat dripping from practically every pore of every person.

And this week’s Skins hasn’t left us asking specific questions about it, rather, more of a pondering on an overarching issue. Basically, have you noticed that the entire world and all its inhabitants are based in Bristol? No matter how unlikely it is to find?Moroccan drug lords and Russian gangsters in Bristol, there they all are.

We’ve been to Bristol, and multicultural it ain’t.

Instead of listening to uplifting music we're continuing on the emotional, spiritual, and frankly suicidal journey that is Skins because somebody HAS TO and that somebody is us.

As the introductory voice over regales us with her warnings that ?Scenes may contain drug use, sex, and violence,? we curse ourselves NOT AGAIN and continue to brew up.

Spliced in between all this excess are some shots that compile an episode centred around the blonde ?bombshell? Minnie, except she's not really looking so fab these days because that's what happens when you're up the duff, preggers, cooking a bun, with child; you get angry and ugly so be warned children.