“CHRISTMAS AHHH! Get the presents! Get the tree! No, not that one! The other one, this one’s too small… where are our decorations? OH CHRIST WHERE ARE THE DECORATIONS? Nevermind, we’ll just borrow our parents. Get in the car. But we spent ages picking them out last year! No we didn't, we just went to Poundland...”
Still, they felt special. Our first Christmas in our own flat (well, rented…), we’d picked our very own decorations.
The first of many, of course, we’d add to them each year. But they’re lost already, and we’re only on year two! Like a ghost disappearing into the ether… The decorations of Christmases past.
“The One Where We’ve Lost Our Christmas Decorations”
There are blissfully few Friends™ coincidences this week as an unemployed Monica helps an overweight Chandler get fit and Rachel ruins Ross’s relationship with a drunk call.
I found the comments on Chandlers weight a little awkward given Matthew Perry’s fluctuating weight over the series. But I can’t relate to his need to lose weight. Generally I try and do as little exercise as possible. Especially since starting my new job which forces me to be a lot more active.
Perhaps I should worry though; I put on a stone during my five years at university and another in the two years after. I haven’t weighed myself for a while but if that trend has continued I’m growing at an exponential rate!
Speaking of things growing at an exponential rate, Ross and Julie’s love is certainly growing as they’re getting a cat! It seems a bit soon for such a big joint responsibility. Although I suppose he does already have a child…
This spurs on Rachel’s drunken revelation after an awkward date with a divorcee. She certainly seems to have a thing for divorcees. Also WHY ARE THERE SO MANY DIVORCEES IN THIS SHOW? I don’t know a single one!
To be fair, I can completely relate to Rachel’s drunken message. I used to be absolutely chronic for sending embarrassing texts and Facebook™ messages late at night.
It all leads to everything coming out. And Ross and Rachel finally reveal their hidden feelings for each other!
I imagine this is a bit how it happened with Joey Number One and Chandler Number Two. Only with less third parties and emotional turmoil. Incidentally, David Schwimmer really does a great job of portraying Ross’s emotional state. Torn between the love he’s nurtured since school and the one that’s a better fit on paper.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
For all my Grinch-y-ness I’m a little sad about not being able to find our decorations. The Ghost of Christmas yet to come is looming hard. (Even harder than my need to finally get round to buying presents…)
This is because we’ve finally taken the plunge and… started looking for a house of our own. The tumultuous hell of burning half our wages on rent is soon to end. But I promise I wont forget those of you left in the final frozen circle that is London’s rental market in the early 21st Century!
Just don’t ask to sleep on my couch. I mean, you’re welcome too! It’s just we’ll likely have to move even further from the city. All I can do is pray we don’t end up in Luton.
In our desperation to find somewhere nearby we completely jumped the gun and looked round our first place. A (recently deceased) old mans house complete with abandoned belongings and jars of pickle still in the cupboard. Never mind that we didn’t even have a mortgage approved, there we were looking round like the beggars going through Mr Scrooge’s stuff.
Or more appropriately, like the Friends™ going through Mr Heckles’ flat.
Only to be disappointed after finding:
I did feel a little like Chandler as we looked round. The sparse collection of things, with odd little trinkets of a life well-lived, reflected my Spartan tastes (and similar taste in food). I could see myself leaving behind an unkempt garden with a custom built animal cage for a long forgotten pet.
All this painted quite a sad picture of a man at the end of his life. I wonder if he was satisfied? Or if he felt alone as death crept in? With no-one to leave his home and worldly possessions to.
Hopefully I wont end up quite so alone.
Still, they felt special. Our first Christmas in our own flat (well, rented…), we’d picked our very own decorations.
The first of many, of course, we’d add to them each year. But they’re lost already, and we’re only on year two! Like a ghost disappearing into the ether… The decorations of Christmases past.
“The One Where We’ve Lost Our Christmas Decorations”
There are blissfully few Friends™ coincidences this week as an unemployed Monica helps an overweight Chandler get fit and Rachel ruins Ross’s relationship with a drunk call.
I found the comments on Chandlers weight a little awkward given Matthew Perry’s fluctuating weight over the series. But I can’t relate to his need to lose weight. Generally I try and do as little exercise as possible. Especially since starting my new job which forces me to be a lot more active.
Perhaps I should worry though; I put on a stone during my five years at university and another in the two years after. I haven’t weighed myself for a while but if that trend has continued I’m growing at an exponential rate!
Speaking of things growing at an exponential rate, Ross and Julie’s love is certainly growing as they’re getting a cat! It seems a bit soon for such a big joint responsibility. Although I suppose he does already have a child…
This spurs on Rachel’s drunken revelation after an awkward date with a divorcee. She certainly seems to have a thing for divorcees. Also WHY ARE THERE SO MANY DIVORCEES IN THIS SHOW? I don’t know a single one!
To be fair, I can completely relate to Rachel’s drunken message. I used to be absolutely chronic for sending embarrassing texts and Facebook™ messages late at night.
It all leads to everything coming out. And Ross and Rachel finally reveal their hidden feelings for each other!
I imagine this is a bit how it happened with Joey Number One and Chandler Number Two. Only with less third parties and emotional turmoil. Incidentally, David Schwimmer really does a great job of portraying Ross’s emotional state. Torn between the love he’s nurtured since school and the one that’s a better fit on paper.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
For all my Grinch-y-ness I’m a little sad about not being able to find our decorations. The Ghost of Christmas yet to come is looming hard. (Even harder than my need to finally get round to buying presents…)
This is because we’ve finally taken the plunge and… started looking for a house of our own. The tumultuous hell of burning half our wages on rent is soon to end. But I promise I wont forget those of you left in the final frozen circle that is London’s rental market in the early 21st Century!
Just don’t ask to sleep on my couch. I mean, you’re welcome too! It’s just we’ll likely have to move even further from the city. All I can do is pray we don’t end up in Luton.
In our desperation to find somewhere nearby we completely jumped the gun and looked round our first place. A (recently deceased) old mans house complete with abandoned belongings and jars of pickle still in the cupboard. Never mind that we didn’t even have a mortgage approved, there we were looking round like the beggars going through Mr Scrooge’s stuff.
Or more appropriately, like the Friends™ going through Mr Heckles’ flat.
Only to be disappointed after finding:
- You can’t buy a house at auction if you haven’t got a mortgage yet (or at least it’s not a great idea)
- It’s REALLY not a great idea to buy a house with a tree growing under it.
I did feel a little like Chandler as we looked round. The sparse collection of things, with odd little trinkets of a life well-lived, reflected my Spartan tastes (and similar taste in food). I could see myself leaving behind an unkempt garden with a custom built animal cage for a long forgotten pet.
All this painted quite a sad picture of a man at the end of his life. I wonder if he was satisfied? Or if he felt alone as death crept in? With no-one to leave his home and worldly possessions to.
Hopefully I wont end up quite so alone.
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