This diary’s a bit of a shrine to the ephemeral and so mentioning Friends’ last episode is a kind of obligation, but sadly it feels like an obligation to me. I just didn’t buy into the over sentimental one-hour special. Friends should have been cancelled off season to avoid the knowing finale in which all the loose ends are tied with happy-ever-afters all round. It was all too neat.
Nevertheless, Friends was definitely of its time and for me it’s always Ross that dates it; partly because I have trouble seeing David Schwimmer as a sex symbol, but mainly because his sexuality seems falsely macho and dated. Remember how he couldn’t cope with his first wife’s lesbianism? In these bi-curious times, surely he’d wear that badge with pride.