"Coupling"

The new season of "Coupling" on BBC America has started and I, for one, am delighted. Some might find it too "Friends"-like, but I am so sucked in when they start nattering on in those British accents, and using colloquialisms, e.g. "bloody hell," "wanker," "luv," etc. Things seem funnier, wittier, pithier, more glib in that lofty English idiom; or, maybe, I'm just a silly American who romanticizes all that is European, although I don't feel especially wiggly when hearing Italian, Spanish or German. In fact, my fascination with British accents (and to some degree, French) might be compared to some men's catatonic devotion to bosoms. A vague reference to decolletage, udders or lingerie can send some men spinning off into a fleshy fantasy of nuzzling and drooling.

Similarly in my female version, at the merest hint of the Queen's English or a Jacques Cousteau sound byte, my brain takes a mini-break, reason departs for more chaotic climes and my heart sycopates. I begin to have delusions of chastity, aloofness, restraint and gentility. If I just remain calm and contained, I will be irresistable, unflappable......magnetic, even.

And, then, reality poops in my teacup.

So, what is this fixation for all things UK?? Perhaps a misguided belief that the accent means better breeding, refined honesty, excellent horsemanship and archery skills.........

Rubbish, utter rubbish. Regardless, I love my show and I will always get weak in the knees when someone calls me, "Luv."