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Guilty Pleasures

I spoke briefly in my last post about my secret guilty pleasure – my addiction to hit American sit-com Friends…

Of course, in terms of guilty pleasures, this is fairly minor, with not too much of an embarassment factor when people actually find out about it. Indeed, when I discussed it in confidence with my close friend Fanackapan, he himself admitted a similar fondness for the wacky adventures of the lovable gang of New Yorkers.

We spent many a precious minute together after that, extolling the undoubted virtues of Rachel, the cockiness of Monica and the kookyness of Phoebe. We described and re-enacted our favourite scenes by the bins at Cartwright Hall, and wistfully drank coffee at the Cat ‘n’ Cup, trying fruitlessly to recreate the atmosphere of Central Perk.

Heady days, as I’m sure you can imagine. With this common bond between us, we even revealed one or two other, secret, guilty pleasures in which we indulge.

However, as the woman for whom Fanackapan was cat sitting over Christmas discovered while tidying up the bedroom on her return, Fanackapan isn’t always too good at keeping his guilty pleasures secret…

Uncategorized | Funk | February 9, 2010