The repeats of This Life finished last night. Jesus, that was an overrated series (with the exception of the last five minutes of the final episode). Only Cold Feet has since been more unjustifiably adored by meeja hors the length and breadth of, er, central London.
One thing really concerns me about the “reunion”: mobile phones. How the Hell will they eke out 90 minutes now everyone has a mobile?
Where would the wafer-thin original plots have been if Egg hadn’t had to keep running from the cafe to the phone box to whine at Milly? Could they really have strung out the tedium of “Miles and Anna” for 32 episodes if they’d been able to text each other and sort it out once and for all within five, 10 minutes tops? And the others (whoever they were); I’m sure all their problems would have been sorted out quickly and simply if only their pockets had been bulging with Nokias instead of pharmaceutically-induced erections.
I was a trainee solicitor in London in 1997. I know mobile phones existed.
Realism, my arse.
Mercy mercy me. Things ain’t what they used to be. This show wasn’t any good at the time and nostalgia factor aside, isn’t any good now either. Thank you for pointing it out. First of all there’s no way 5 lawyers in a house would ever be that interesting, secondly, what a fat slice of hokum the whole thing was. “Wow it’s really talking about what young people are really like”. NO IT ISN’T. Young people are nothing like that. Not remotely. They’re far more dull, far less sure of themselves, they don’t talk like some poncy scriptwriter would like them to talk. This Life was about as realistic as Friends and about a hundredth as funny. The critics at the time should have called it as it was: This Life was a soap opera, and not a very good one.
I have fond memories of Warren. I’m not sure why. I was also pleased that Andrew Lincoln (nee Clutterbuck), a vague old acquaintance of mine, did well out of it, despite playing such a total plonker. I always assumed that the scripts were written on the toss of a coin.