I’ll be there for you, like I’ve been there before.
I’ll be there for you, cause you’re there for me too.”
They promised. They promised they’d be there for me – even when it rains ‘n that. So when I put E4 on at my usual 4.55pm on Monday, where were they? Hmmm? WHERE THE BLOODY HELL WERE THEY?
They left me. Bastards. That’s what. They just upped and left. Without so much as a goodbye. No note. No chocolates to say thanks for being with us for so long. Nothing.
They called themselves Friends. The show that’s been running for approximately 46 years. The show that kept me company in the kitchen whilst I prepared tea every day. The show that, no matter how many times I watched it, I never got bored with it.
I knew all the words off by heart to pretty much every episode. I knew when Phoebe was going to try and stifle an inappropriate laugh. I knew when Chandler was going to do his ridiculous dance that was meant to be funny, (but wasn’t.) Just by looking at their clothes, I knew if Rachel and Ross were pre/post ‘break.’ (They were so not on a break!)
I knew it was ending. We’d been warned a year ago that the time would come when it would stop being shown on E4. And yet … I didn’t believe it would happen. I mean, we’re talking Friends here! It’s always on TV at some point during the day. Always. What was I meant to do now? Watch Eggheads? Jeez.
Yes, I could buy the box set and put two episodes on at the same time … but it’s not the same! *blows nose*
I’ve heard a rumour, a cruel rumour, that it could be back on our screens as early as next month on Comedy Central, but until I see it with my own eyes, I will console myself with the thought that even though the young pretenders will come and go, (you know who you are ‘How I Met Your Mother,’) I will only ever have eyes for Friends.
RIP Friends …. cooking the tea will never be the same.