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aidan turner, annie, bbc three, being human, george, ghost, herrick, Jason Watkins, lenora crichlow, Mitchell, russell tovey, series one, toby whithouse
Well hello. Long time etc. etc.
Hang on a minute while I pull off the dust sheets and run around with the vacuum. Open the windows will you? Give the blog a bit of a blow through.
I can’t quite bring myself to close this blog permanently although I don’t feel the need to write about Being Human that often nowadays. I’m quite sure that occasionally there will be thoughts and this is a good outlet as I can’t see anyone rolling their eyes at me!
Today I do have thoughts as it’s six years ago today when the first episode of the first series was aired on BBCThree. It was a Sunday, a fairly mild day for winter, a bit damp and the day before the new moon.
Here’s a thing. Can we really look back at that first episode and see it as we did then?
“Maybe… we find each other”
George and Annie making tentative steps towards friendship, picking their way through the mugs of cold tea?
Mitchell coping – sort of – not really – with the help of pizza and cereal?
“…and she was mine”
Owen the grieving finance – it all sounded so innocent and so touching then.
“You’re a shark – be a shark”
Herrick, tidying up after Mitchell, charming Cara (or canteen girl as she was known then) and generally talking a reasonable amount of sense.
“A-positive? A bit Jacob’s Creek-y for me”
Ah Seth, bless his dim little cotton socks. He changed the wine choices of a fandom!
Doomed Becca.
Lost, vengeful, confused Lauren.
“OK, I’m new to this, but aren’t you suppose to weep or scream or wee yourself?”
Of course we can’t see it new now. Everything – the house, the people, the passing strangers, it’s all coloured by what we know is still to come. We know their ends so we can’t help seeing the path and we – or maybe just me – still wishes they applied a little more common sense from time to time. Yes Mitchell, that means you!
Nowadays I think more about what Being Human brought with it. For me as well as being one of my favourite TV series it gave me opportunity – there are two books out there with my name on and I still write. Will I write another TV book? Maybe but it’s hard to find anything I want to watch as often and in as much detail as I did BH. I wore out a set of S1-3 DVDs!
But most importantly the Being Human fandom brought people – groups of friends that go far beyond the influence of a TV show. Transatlantic, cross European meet ups. Theatre trips. Excursions to the cold, wet yet scenic glories of Barry Island. Bristol BH pub crawls. Knicker-wetting laughter. Mutual support and encouragement. Captain Fringe. General insanity. Panda sex. A quote for every occasion. A full on gospel chorus every time someone goes to IKEA…
BFFs
That’s the true legacy of Being Human.
Thanks Toby.
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For a change – the US Promo for series one…
a house, a job, a TV licence... 
What a lovely post. Yes, visiting memory lane does bring back the very reasons why this show was so much about humanity greatest falls from grace and soaring to the skies flights to be decent individuals. Not perfect but if everybody was just decent, just this word, this world would be so much better to live in, to live together.
8 years already. Some have risen to stardom by becoming dwarves; some have proven supermarkets managers can be trollied to success. Others are still in the wings; but no doubt, the world needs tea-lovers and inch-high private eyes. Ashow where really male and female characters were equal.
In this January 2015 where we have so many causes to doubt in humanity, this show showed us redemption could take the homely aspect of successful anger-management while revealing pineapples could be sinister. Who knew!
It brought together people of so many backgrounds and friendship resulted as benefit. We enjoyed a breakfast club, virtual key lime pies, mad-hatter lectures and mojitos. Thanks to a BBC who kept open the door to a message board which probably caused said blogmasters to wonder about our sanity.
We were friends and Toby brought about this unbeknownst to us: we became better humans.
For a show as legacy, it could do a lot worse.
Jo, thank you. From Panda.
Oops sorry 6 . As they say, when you love, numbers do not matter.
Thanks Jo. I am glad you haven’t closed this blog. No eye rolls from me, I promise. Just happy smiles. Six years, eh? Ah memories.
I’m still in daily contact with a number of my BH friends on the other side of the world. I haven’t found another show I want to rewatch as often or talk about as much either. BH remains unique in the way it captured my imagnation.
Litle gripe: The final season STILL hasn’t aired on Australian TV. Grrr. And they wonder why people download things illegally.
Blushing. I have found another show. Albeit not philosophical as BH but certainly as lively. History boffins can be as feisty as Herrick fans.
Did you know Jason Watkins has been awarded a BAFTA?
Not forgetting any of you. This being one of the perk of being an history lover!
Wow Aquamarine your must be psychic, I was only just pondering BH on Saturday and how I miss its being one of the few decent things on TV.
Funny, myself and Cub where recently discussing the re-incarnated Herrick sucking a bloody tissue in S3 or was it S4?
Glad your writings successfull.
Keep the blog alive for use olde schoolers who don’t Twitterpate. please,,,,