I am definitely Crazy Eddie.
Or at least feel like it, as I sit here watching my flatmates sleep. I mean… Ok they are cats.
But what are we to do?
Just like Crazy Eddie the threat of impending homelessness now hangs over our heads!
Our landlord came round the other day. Announcing his intention to build TWO more flats in our garden. And to split our ALREADY TINY living room in two for an access corridor. This has put paid to any hopes of me stopping drinking again. My own uncertainty now mirrors that of the rest of the country in our post-election haze.
You’d think I’d have more empathy with the slugs here, given they’re essentially homeless snails.
How will they cope with being DOUBLY homeless?
Or at least feel like it, as I sit here watching my flatmates sleep. I mean… Ok they are cats.
But what are we to do?
Just like Crazy Eddie the threat of impending homelessness now hangs over our heads!
Our landlord came round the other day. Announcing his intention to build TWO more flats in our garden. And to split our ALREADY TINY living room in two for an access corridor. This has put paid to any hopes of me stopping drinking again. My own uncertainty now mirrors that of the rest of the country in our post-election haze.
You’d think I’d have more empathy with the slugs here, given they’re essentially homeless snails.
How will they cope with being DOUBLY homeless?
“The One With the Polish Wedding”
At least I can rely on my friends. Both Real and televisual.
I’ve been seeing quite a lot of them lately. My best mate and I went to watch Jousting a week back (4 Stars). It was essentially a toned down family event, but mighty impressive seeing them charge at each other in the sweltering heat! I can’t imagine the Friends™ doing that. Well maybe Ross would be into historical re-enactment…
We also went to a wedding in Poland. As you’d expect a suitably vodka infused affair. Apparently my partner took me to bed after finding me at 1am, sat by myself at a table in the corner, eating ham.
Just like baby Ben, I seemed to have no ability to speak by that point. I wish I had spoken to more people in general. I often find now you only end up speaking to people you already know on nights out. It’s been said before (though not by me, I can’t seem to find where) that the Friends™ are hugely insular and co-dependent. It’s even suggested this is part of the reason they live in perpetual single-dom.
The show itself points this out several times. Chandler and Joey refuse to even contemplate seeing Richard as a friend. And that’s not even mentioning poor Julie…
This holds weight in my Real Live Friend group too. It can be daunting for new partners to work their way in. Although we largely failed to break out of our group at the wedding, it offered a welcome opportunity for my partner to spend more quality time with my Real Live Friends. Thankfully no one excluded her and we all left bonded closer than ever! (In one case, literally bonded by law).
Love is a beautiful thing. Whether the love of friendship, matrimony, or new love – as Rachel and Ross declare their love of each other for the first time. This fits nicely with the plot of Bens first word. I’m not sure I would count “Hi”, much like Gunthers “Yeah”, it doesn’t seem right. Given that my own first word was “Moo” I suppose I’ll have to allow it.
There’s an extra layer of amusement with Ross’s talk of babies as he imagines “Emily” as his first child with Rachel. Pretty awkward given a certain wedding yet to come… (#Spoilers?)
It is very sweet though, given that they do eventually end up having a daughter called Emma.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
The wedding wasn’t all plane sailing (pun intended). Two of my Real Live Friends managed to get the wrong day for their flight!
The couple, fortunately, made it in the end. Just in time for one of them to catch the bouquet! From the look of the guy I suspect he would have preferred to have caught the plane.
Just like Rachel I think he was a little freaked out seeing his future suddenly laid out ahead of him.
And for that I dub him officially “Rachel Number 2”. Which is a little strange when you consider he’s about 7 feet tall…
At least I can rely on my friends. Both Real and televisual.
I’ve been seeing quite a lot of them lately. My best mate and I went to watch Jousting a week back (4 Stars). It was essentially a toned down family event, but mighty impressive seeing them charge at each other in the sweltering heat! I can’t imagine the Friends™ doing that. Well maybe Ross would be into historical re-enactment…
We also went to a wedding in Poland. As you’d expect a suitably vodka infused affair. Apparently my partner took me to bed after finding me at 1am, sat by myself at a table in the corner, eating ham.
Just like baby Ben, I seemed to have no ability to speak by that point. I wish I had spoken to more people in general. I often find now you only end up speaking to people you already know on nights out. It’s been said before (though not by me, I can’t seem to find where) that the Friends™ are hugely insular and co-dependent. It’s even suggested this is part of the reason they live in perpetual single-dom.
The show itself points this out several times. Chandler and Joey refuse to even contemplate seeing Richard as a friend. And that’s not even mentioning poor Julie…
This holds weight in my Real Live Friend group too. It can be daunting for new partners to work their way in. Although we largely failed to break out of our group at the wedding, it offered a welcome opportunity for my partner to spend more quality time with my Real Live Friends. Thankfully no one excluded her and we all left bonded closer than ever! (In one case, literally bonded by law).
Love is a beautiful thing. Whether the love of friendship, matrimony, or new love – as Rachel and Ross declare their love of each other for the first time. This fits nicely with the plot of Bens first word. I’m not sure I would count “Hi”, much like Gunthers “Yeah”, it doesn’t seem right. Given that my own first word was “Moo” I suppose I’ll have to allow it.
There’s an extra layer of amusement with Ross’s talk of babies as he imagines “Emily” as his first child with Rachel. Pretty awkward given a certain wedding yet to come… (#Spoilers?)
It is very sweet though, given that they do eventually end up having a daughter called Emma.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
The wedding wasn’t all plane sailing (pun intended). Two of my Real Live Friends managed to get the wrong day for their flight!
The couple, fortunately, made it in the end. Just in time for one of them to catch the bouquet! From the look of the guy I suspect he would have preferred to have caught the plane.
Just like Rachel I think he was a little freaked out seeing his future suddenly laid out ahead of him.
And for that I dub him officially “Rachel Number 2”. Which is a little strange when you consider he’s about 7 feet tall…
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