When the Greek God(zilla) and I first met, we would lose entire weekends watching box-sets of LOST.
We would walk to the video shop (back when they still existed), rent a couple of episodes on DVD (back before you could download them), and pick up a Thai takeaway and a bottle of red on the way home (yeah… we still do that).
We’d eat the food sitting cross-legged on my bedroom floor and call it a carpet picnic (back when we could still sit cross-legged without dislocating a hip).
Those are some of my happiest memories with the Greek God(zilla) and sometimes, when one of us is feeling a bit romantic, we might suggest a carpet picnic and watch a show from the tv planner. Although these days, a couple of glasses of wine is all it takes to have us dribbling into the sofa and we usually fall asleep about 10-minutes in to it.
Anyway, I digress.
Since the much-anticipated, but extremely unsatisfactory finale to LOST, we have trialed many a TV show together. I lost interested in Mad Men after series 2, but the Greek God(zilla) stuck with it and thinks it is the BEST thing he has ever seen (excluding LOST, natch).
I also gave up on The Wire because I just could not follow the dialogue in the first episode.
We discovered a shared interest in Sherlock, and quite enjoy watching I’m a Celebrity Get me Out of Here together. We also both agree that The Following and Touch are absolute crap.
But really, since LOST, we have struggled to find a TV show that we both equally enjoy quite as much.
There are obviously some shows that I expect to watch alone like Grey’s Anatomy, Smash, Downton and The Vampire Diaries, but the Greek God(zilla) did not even give quality shows like Dexter, True Blood, The Good Wife or Nashville a chance and he probably would have liked these.
Then there are the shows that I watch in secret, because I know how much my husband would disapprove.
These being anything with Top Model in the title, Gossip Girl and Made in Chelsea.
One night, while the Greek God(zilla) was listening to sports radio in the kitchen, I tuned in to one of my favourite guilty pleasures – Hart of Dixie.
This show stars Rachel Bilson as Dr. Zoe Hart, a New Yorker who after her dreams of becoming a heart surgeon fall apart, accepts an offer to work as a general practitioner in the Gulf Coast town of Bluebell, Alabama. OBVIOUSLY there is a love triangle, and OBVIOUSLY I am rooting for the bad boy barman with the big heart, who truly believes that Dr Zoe is the only woman in the world for him. However, since he can’t keep it in his pants, she considers the other guy instead, who she knows won’t break her heart. OBVIOUSLY.
Seriously, you have to watch it, it is BRILLIANT.
So there I was, secretly watching Hart of Dixie on the sofa, in the middle of a crucial scene involving Southern Belle, Lemon, who was jilted at the altar by her fiance, George, because she cheated on him with the Mayor of Bluebell, but also because George is secretly in love with Dr. Hart, but has no idea that she has been making hungry eyes at philandering bartender, Wade, with his ripped bare chest and… when in walks the Greek God(zilla).
Now, as this is one of my secret shows, I would usually quickly switch channels and go back to it again when the coast was clear, but as I was so engrossed in the scene, I just let it continue to play and waited for my husband to chastise me for watching such drivel.
That did not happen.
What did happen is that he started asking questions. Wanted me to explain the love triangle. LAUGHED OUT LOUD at a scene where George and Zoe have to play Romeo and Juliet in a town performance.
“What a great show!” he said when it ended “So quirky, pure escapism!”
So now that I have brought him fully up to speed on season 1 and most of season 2, we have a new TV show to watch together.
Now all we need is a carpet picnic.