So after last week’s placenta discussion, I’ve found out my boss HAS EATEN SOME.
And not even her own! Turns out her Godmother went for it when she gave birth, and when my boss was offered a taste she, naturally, did the right thing and tried some.
I feel I should also mention at this point, and I have to be very careful how I phrase this, that my boss and I used to be lovers. (“Lovers” pfft, perhaps I should have been a bit more careful how I phrased it...)
Please understand I’m not trying to be boastful, it’s just relevant as this week several of the Friends™ accidentally seeing each other naked!
Despite our previous “engagements” there’s a surprising lack of awkwardness between me and my boss, as well as with her current partner (who’s my other boss – them being partners in both senses of the word). I suppose it's down to it being a long time ago (we’ve all known each other since university). Plus our state of inebriation at the time has blocked many of the more sordid details from our memories.
In an amusing coincidence, boss number 2 recently saw me in a state of undress too when I forgot to lock the toilet door at work. And I'm regularly treated to glimpses of his rear-end due to his preference for ill fitting trousers.
We’ve lost track of who’s seen who naked in my Real Live Friend group. It rivals the Friends™ for complexity. Several of us had close encounters of the blurred kind, before ending up where we are now. Social gatherings are periodically punctuated by exclamations of “oh yerh! I forgot you two got together that time!” Almost all of them have seen me undressed at some point – but this is mostly thanks to an unfortunate towel slip on holiday.
It really is remarkable how easy it is to act normally around each other even though we’ve all seen each other’s bits.
Speaking of jobs (not that kind...) I had an interview this week.
It was at the top of a very tall building overlooking London. It was brilliant gazing across the cityscape (with markedly less skyscrapers than New York) as I waited for my interviewer to arrive. As they were late I decided it would make a good impression if I stood looking out the window then turned to greet them. like I was some sort of mob boss. Maybe I’ve been watching too much Netflix™.
But it really was fantastic looking across the city, with the discovery of gravitational waves playing on telly, and feeling an impending sense of positive change both within my life and beyond!
Before I was cut back down to size during the interview. They asked why, despite being young, bright and well-educated, I’d been stuck in “starter jobs” for the last three years. All I could answer was “I’ve often asked myself that question.”
The job would mark a bit of a change for me. It’s in an area I’ve previously avoided, despite a natural aptitude. Mostly due to a wish to not just follow in my father’s footsteps but rather strike my own path.
We all want to inherit the best parts of our parents and leave the negative behind. I’ve already touched on this and have shared Joey’s fears of reliving his father’s infidelity too in the past. But as much as I don’t want to turn into a carbon copy of my father, I’ve recently decided emulating his successful career would be no bad thing.
Aside from the A-plot of Joey’s dad’s affair we have Phoebe’s new boyfriend psychoanalysing the Friends™.
This being London, and not New York, me and my Real Live Friends have much less reliance on shrinks (as far as I'm aware) though we are no less neurotic. My Chandler Number 2 spent a fair amount of time psychoanalysing Joey Number 1 in the pub last night. Although they had to take a short break when Joey No. 1 lived up to his namesake and had to move seats because he was distracted by a nearby woman’s cleavage.
I’ve never met Joey No. 1s parents and appropriately enough this episode is the only appearance of Joey’s parents. This is a bit of a shame as I enjoyed Not Danny Devito’s turn as Joey Snr. and thought the mother’s ballsey entrance was great! It’s oft said that Joey was the least developed character in the show. Perhaps featuring his parents more might have helped?
I certainly found it interesting, the way Joey’s relationship with his father switched from that of a son and father, to a more even footed adult-to-adult interaction once he discovers the affair. This was a neat distillation of the shift in our relationship with our parents in early adulthood, before going a step further for comic affect as the roles reverse and Joey acts like the parent – offering up Chandler’s bedroom to keep his dad from committing further infidelity (with an odd lack of protest from Chandler).
But perhaps Joey’s already (surprisingly) mature relationship with his parents hints at why they were featured less? After all there is less comedic mileage in a balanced parent-child relationship than with overbearing parents (such as the Gellars) or the embarrassment caused by a parent acting younger than their age (Chandlers mum).
Finally, it’s a great stroke to have Joey’s mother glad about the affair because it actually improved their marriage. I like to think the Tribbiani's are still out there now... happily married and still cheating on each other.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Well I think the blog has got big enough for our own celebrity cameo now, so let’s all imagine a 90s Neve Campbell popping up as my old Canadian music teacher. Back in school my partner and I sat together in her lessons. My partner now teaches music herself and one of her students goes to our old school.
The child’s mother told us of a recent parents evening where she asked Neve Campbell if she remembered us. The teacher replied “oh yes they were in my first ever class!” At which point the mother asked “did you know they’re together now?” and the teacher burst into tears.
So there you have it. Not many people can say their relationship has made one of their old teachers cry! I can only hope it was the sentimental joy of us ending up together and not something like her husband just leaving her.