Christmas is almost here. And, as is fast becoming tradition, it’s a real struggle to spend enough time with my friends before it becomes all about the family.
I’m not entirely sure why I’d want to, to be honest. Sometimes they’re real selfish dicks.
“The One Where We’re Walking in a Winter Wonderland™”
First off you’ve got Chandler and Monica. They got a maid (despite Monica’s obsession with cleaning). There’s nothing inherently wrong with that. But they both ended up harassing her cause Monica thought she’d stolen her clothes. Poor woman...
Then you’ve got Phoebe. Who jumped at the chance to date her sister’s ex-fiancée when he asked her out. What the hell?!
And Rachel and Ross. Rachel decided she wanted to move to her own apartment, so they ended up hovering round an old lady neighbour waiting for her to die. Ross even tried to learn Dutch to talk to her. At least that’ll come in handy for insulting Gunther. Who it turns out is Dutch (and definitely not a ghost…)
Even though he was trying to help her, Ross made things bad for Rachel by telling Joey she was thinking of leaving. This lead to an awkward conversation between Joey and Rachel. Where she tried to convince him how terrible having a baby in the apartment would be.
“Imagine trying to score with a baby screaming”
Oh Rachel. I don’t have to imagine that. I’ve been living it for seven months…
If I were him I’d worry less about that and more about being woken up every morning. It’s not quite as pleasant a way to start the day as a jolly neighbour singing “Good Morning”.
Having said that, my toddler has now starting singing that very song. That’s a nice way to start the day! She’s wonderful now, as long as you don’t withhold any chocolate from her.
In the end Joey convinced Rachel to Stay Another Day. Which has made me feel all Christmassy.
I’m not entirely sure why I’d want to, to be honest. Sometimes they’re real selfish dicks.
“The One Where We’re Walking in a Winter Wonderland™”
First off you’ve got Chandler and Monica. They got a maid (despite Monica’s obsession with cleaning). There’s nothing inherently wrong with that. But they both ended up harassing her cause Monica thought she’d stolen her clothes. Poor woman...
Then you’ve got Phoebe. Who jumped at the chance to date her sister’s ex-fiancée when he asked her out. What the hell?!
And Rachel and Ross. Rachel decided she wanted to move to her own apartment, so they ended up hovering round an old lady neighbour waiting for her to die. Ross even tried to learn Dutch to talk to her. At least that’ll come in handy for insulting Gunther. Who it turns out is Dutch (and definitely not a ghost…)
Even though he was trying to help her, Ross made things bad for Rachel by telling Joey she was thinking of leaving. This lead to an awkward conversation between Joey and Rachel. Where she tried to convince him how terrible having a baby in the apartment would be.
“Imagine trying to score with a baby screaming”
Oh Rachel. I don’t have to imagine that. I’ve been living it for seven months…
If I were him I’d worry less about that and more about being woken up every morning. It’s not quite as pleasant a way to start the day as a jolly neighbour singing “Good Morning”.
Having said that, my toddler has now starting singing that very song. That’s a nice way to start the day! She’s wonderful now, as long as you don’t withhold any chocolate from her.
In the end Joey convinced Rachel to Stay Another Day. Which has made me feel all Christmassy.
It’s nice that everyone’s looking out for Rachel.
Whilst Joey was desperately trying to keep her as a flatmate a friend of mine has had the opposite problem. For months now they’ve wanted one of their flatmates to leave, but they just wouldn’t get the hint! Honestly, it was like crazy Eddie all over again.
And what happened with Phoebe in the end? Things went south with the guy after he accidentally had sex with Ursula, thinking it was her. Even though Ursula’s a piece of work, I really feel like she’s the victim in all this??
But it’s nothing compared to a story I heard the other day. A friend of mine knows these twins and one of them confessed to having a cheeky wank to the sound of their brother having sex. And it gets worse! When they split up, the twin then ended up dating the girl too!!
At least Phoebe wasn’t THAT bad.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
We went to Winter Wonderland™ in Hyde Park the other day (two stars).
There was, what I would call, a ‘critical communication failure’. And when we arrived our toddlers coat was not in the car.
Once we’d finished arguing over whose fault it was, my wife gave her coat to the child and I ran off to find the nearest shop. (Before she could make me give her my coat.)
After a brief soujourn to what Google™ said was a very well regarded boutique childrens clothes shop, but was actually a car park, I made it to Primark™, bought a coat and ran back. No harm done!
And we had a wonderland-ful time. Until it was time to leave, when we had an unplanned extra hour of wandering round due to not being able to find an exit. Oh well, at least we were wrapped up warm.
Whilst Joey was desperately trying to keep her as a flatmate a friend of mine has had the opposite problem. For months now they’ve wanted one of their flatmates to leave, but they just wouldn’t get the hint! Honestly, it was like crazy Eddie all over again.
And what happened with Phoebe in the end? Things went south with the guy after he accidentally had sex with Ursula, thinking it was her. Even though Ursula’s a piece of work, I really feel like she’s the victim in all this??
But it’s nothing compared to a story I heard the other day. A friend of mine knows these twins and one of them confessed to having a cheeky wank to the sound of their brother having sex. And it gets worse! When they split up, the twin then ended up dating the girl too!!
At least Phoebe wasn’t THAT bad.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
We went to Winter Wonderland™ in Hyde Park the other day (two stars).
There was, what I would call, a ‘critical communication failure’. And when we arrived our toddlers coat was not in the car.
Once we’d finished arguing over whose fault it was, my wife gave her coat to the child and I ran off to find the nearest shop. (Before she could make me give her my coat.)
After a brief soujourn to what Google™ said was a very well regarded boutique childrens clothes shop, but was actually a car park, I made it to Primark™, bought a coat and ran back. No harm done!
And we had a wonderland-ful time. Until it was time to leave, when we had an unplanned extra hour of wandering round due to not being able to find an exit. Oh well, at least we were wrapped up warm.
