I was a lower middle class kid with a regional accent arriving at Oxford uni in 2006. By pure accident I had applied to one of the poshest colleges and all of the tropes in the film were absolutely on point. I wore the wrong things, my tutors looked down on me, I was counting out pound coins while my friends were swiping daddy's credit card. People were cruel and said nasty, snobbish things behind my back and to my face.

However, while I started watching the film thinking it would be cathartic, I ended it feeling like I'd been slapped in the face. I spent a lot of time around the upper classes at uni and they view the middle class as unsophisticated, boring and jealous. That might not sound so bad but in the eyes of the aristocracy those are about the worst things you can possibly be. From the sad spag bol to the unattractive new build to the sinister Oliver it all just screamed "yes us poshos are silly and entitled and a bit mean...but at least we're not you".

The portrayal of the northern maths nerd shows exactly whose side Fennel is on here. If Fennel and I had ever met at Oxford she probably would have thought I was an uncultured bore with a rough accent and crap clothes. I genuinely feel so cheated that my experience of being the outsider at Oxford has been told by one of the insiders.

(This is probably the wrong place to write this as I'm sure everyone is a super fan but I just felt the need to vent!)

[Edit: Given a lot of people have seen this post I just want to say I really hope this doesn't put off any state school kids from applying to Oxford. There are colleges which are majority state school and far more inclusive. Don't let this amazing institution be the sole preserve of the rich and privately educated. You can help to change it!]