We may stream programmes as a couple, but the bulk of us do so solo. A group of friends might all devour Game of Thrones, Top Boy and 24 – but they watch it on different nights, perhaps different weeks, even different years. (I only recently discovered Suits, for example, while my husband started Peaky Blinders.) Our binge-language might (mostly) be shared, but it is jumbled and often lonesome, as if we are learning French on entirely different curriculums, in our own tiny soundproofed booths.
