If I could live my life over again my plan used to be that I’d make my fortune very early, spend my winters fox hunting through the season and my summers taking loads of ecstasy in Ibiza and having meaningless sex with beautiful strangers. But having seen the first two episodes of White Lines I’m not so sure about the second part of that equation: it all looks a bit sordid and depressing and really not much fun.
James Delingpole
I so wanted to enjoy White Lines but it’s spectacularly uninvolving
The Netflix series feels like you’ve dropped an E and are waiting for it to kick in but nothing seems to be happening
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