Osian and Dannel have an epic setup. They live in a building owned by Danny’s family–so no rent. They do have to keep an eye on their neighbour’s and help clean up. All things considered, they’ve got the best of everything.
So what do I love about it?
There is an eclectic group of people who live in the apartment building. Ian is probably my favourite secondary character. He’s a riot.
They live in Covent Garden and have a colourful and eclectic view out the window.
The apartment building was built in the 40s…and looks like it. It’s lovely. Check out my Pinterest for the visual reference I used.
I’m old enough to remember the first season of the Real World. I enjoyed the first three or four seasons but felt it devolved a bit around the fifth or sixth, maybe? Somewhere around there.
When they announced a reunion for the first season, I was intrigued. Would it be as good as I remembered? How would the cast have changed?
This felt like a microcosm of being a nostalgic adult, who was a teen in the 90s.
Not sure if that makes sense.
It was nostalgic yet somehow the show and the people had progressed. Conversations had changed yet remained the same somehow. (And some people had definitely not changed much at all.)
It was interesting to see them all grown up, having in-depth conversations about the world and how they changed it. Growing up in the house of fundie missionaries, the Real World was one of the first places I saw open conversations about race and sexuality. (Don’t take a shot every time I write the word conversation.)
On nostalgia alone, I’d give the six episode (was it six?) series five stars.
And also for not shying away from difficult conversations.
An exhausted Alim had been bouncing from country to country, sorting out issues with several of their family businesses. He’d returned to London feeling utterly spent and decided to head out of the city to the estate he owned in Kent.
He’d missed Elaine. They’d been together steadily since their Christmas tea. Each date had further cemented his desire to have her in his life.
It had started out with meals after work or the occasional weekend excursion. Elaine disliked crowds, a fact that made dating complicated. He’d gone so far as to book out an entire convention as a surprise for Valentine’s Day.
The little quirks of Elaine’s tended to make others uncomfortable around her. Alim found them charming. It dragged him deeper into love than he’d ever imagined possible.
Travelling for an extended period had only reinforced it for him. He hadn’t been satisfied with phone conversations, particularly when Elaine hated them. Their attachment to each other had grown until they were far too intertwined to be apart for long. His niece, Alicia, had escaped to his home, but she wouldn’t mind him returning there. The house itself was large enough to allow her whatever privacy she wanted. Alim had no doubts Josh Withers would be with her. The man never seemed to leave his niece alone these days.
Striding through the front doors the butler opened for him, Alim paused at what sounded like an immensely large animal racing through one of the nearby rooms. He frowned at his butler, then froze at the loud roar that echoed through the mansion. His heart started to race while he grabbed one of the hunting rifles from a nearby cupboard and ran in the direction of the roar.
Alim stopped short when his niece darted in front of what had to be the largest panther he could ever recall seeing. “Alicia?”
“You can’t shoot him, Uncle.” Alicia rested a hand lightly on top of the animal’s head.
“Him?” Alim frowned at her with the weapon held tightly in his hand. “Did Minxie suddenly grow while I was away?”
Alicia laughed behind her hand for several minutes while the panther made what sounded like a grumbling sort of snarl. “Play nicely, Joshua.”
“Joshua?” Alim stumbled backwards as the dots started to connect in his mind. His arm fell to his side letting the weapon point harmlessly towards the floor. “How is this even possible? Is this a joke? I am not amused, Alicia.”