While the repressed prude may find Sex Education distasteful, those with a more discerning eye will value its gentle humour and shrewd commentary on human nature.

You are unlikely to be disappointed if you yearn to hear the words “labia” or “penis” brandished with pride. Although (mercifully), such body parts are not actually on show, the series tackles in a sympathetic and amusing fashion the anxieties suffered by teenagers struggling to come to terms with their sexuality.

In the modern fashion, most sexual tastes are catered for and most races. Teenagers flip from boyfriend to girlfriend, from black to white and all shades in between. They move between raucously funny school musicals (where Romeo and Juliet is played out in a forest of vaginas and giant phalluses) to the stirring music of a gospel black church.

What do I like about this series? Everything! It is so rare that I am moved to laugh out loud and I am not ashamed to say that there were moments I found very touching (not in the phyiscal sense!).

It is all centered around Moordale High School, run by the emotionally and sexually stunted headmaster Mr Grof.

Grof bullies his son Adam who in turn takes it out on a gay black youth called Eric. I won’t spoil the fun, but Adam redeems himself publicly and handsomely in the second series.

The star of the show? Well for me it would be the beautiful Gillian Anderson who is taking a break from the X Files to play the sex therapist mother of Otis, the nerdy teenager on whom much of the series concentrates.

And Otis – what a lovely, lost kid. Deserted by his father, Otis looks for love and makes life difficult for his long suffering (and sole care giving) mother. Otis gives sex advice for money to his school mates, even though for much of the series he remains a virgin. Assisted by his manager the lovely Maeve Wiley, the school rebel with whom, naturally, Otis falls in love. Will his love go unrequited or will Maeve the body banger fall for his charms, intellectual or otherwise?

I won’t spoil it for you.

There is love here, and not only in the physical sense. Everyone gets a chance at redemption and everyone eventually manages to throw off their nastiness and find their good side.

I am a succor for love, I admit it. What a change this series makes from the endless violence offered up by Netflix. Warmth, humour, vulgarity. Outright hilarity.

Given the choice, wouldn’t you rather be made to feel good?