For the past seven weeks, we’ve all kept up with the dramas, scandals and heartbreak in Channel 4′s Cucumber and tonight we were forced to say our goodbyes to Henry, Freddie, Cleo and the gang.

Week after week, the programme has had our breaths held, toes curled and mouths agape – could the saucy drama possibly deliver an equally captivating finale?

The house was filled with gorgeous half-naked guys, including Freddie in those tighty whities, as Henry awoke the morning after the night before all the young gay fellas moved in.

In a bid to latch his claws into the blonde fox, Henry invited all his former house mates to move in with him, RENT FREE, pitching the idea of a new community – The Collective.

But first things first, Henry needed to win his job back so, flanked by a rather suave looking Freddie and Colin, he stormed his office and demanded he be allowed back to work.

Suggesting his release was fuelled by the company’s discrimination against homosexuality, Henry managed to weasel his way back into the work place – success!

The trio bounded back home to share the good news but everyone’s looking a bit tense. They soon revealed they’d tracked down a former male lover of Dan (Lance’s murderer) who admits to having been sexually intimate with him prior to Lance.

Was this the key to disproving the diver’s defence in court?!

The next day Lance’s co-worker Veronica passed by the house to drop a few of the late Lance’s possessions and what better time to come than the moment Freddie is rolling around in the grass with his latest squeeze Aiden.

“He’s fit,” Veronica said.

“I can see why you chased after him,” she added before launching into a guilt trip with Henry, blaming him for ‘killing’ Lance.

“You pushed him into Dan’s arms, you killed him!”

After the crazy lady exited the building, it wasn’t long before Dean announced he too was leaving Henry’s abode – but for good.

One by one members of the Collective said their goodbyes to the new-found community until Henry found himself eating out of a Chinese takeaway box with Colin and Freddie in the living room.

“I used to think lance was a bit stupid,” Freddie said – oh no he didn’t!

Soon Freddie, following in suit of Veronica, began laying into poor Henry but this time for a different reason… The blonde bombshell accused Henry of treating him like the next Lance, begging him for sex and, when he finally caved, backing out.

Viewers couldn’t quite understand where Freddie’s little outburst erupted from…

Later, with Henry tucked up in bed, Freddie did the unspeakable – he seduced Colin. On the kitchen counter. Bit unhygienic but whatevs.

Suddenly Freddie, engulfed with some sort of animal rage, began flinging cereal boxes, lobbing crockery and smashing glasses all over the place and soon disappeared into the night before Colin even had the chance to, erm, finish.

The next morning Henry scrubbed away at the kitchen counter to, no doubt, remove any remaining prints of Freddie’s butt cheeks when that all-important verdict was announced… Dan had been found guilty of Lance’s murder.

Suddenly we jumped ahead six years in the future and see and older (and greyer) looking Henry walking through the streets of Manchester. Soon he laid eyes on a familiar face – Freddie.

The two ended up in a cafe parlour to reminisce over the past and as Henry revealed the fate of each of the Collectives after the turbulent year that brought them all together, he began to probe Freddie on his life.

“We’re not friends, you’re just someone I knew,” Freddie retorted but soon enough, he admits he ended up marrying a girl in Barcelona and we’re all not quite sure if we believe him…

“I meant to write to you. Those things I said that night -” Freddie began.

“You were right, every word,” Henry replied before he asked the question we’d been wondering the whole series.

“Who’s Christopher?”

It turned out the mystery Christopher was Freddie’s older brother, a “conman” in his own words, who introduced his little brother to the gay world.

“He was just a bastard,” Freddie retorted, before asking Henry a similarly juicy question.

“Have you done it yet?”

No, six years had passed and Henry still had not had sex .

“I think I need some time away to think about things,” Henry said.

“All this time has passed and I haven’t don’t anything about it. I just need to sit and think and then I can finally come to terms with it.”

“With wait?” Freddie asked curiously.

“Being gay.”