The Story

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

Gets me every time:

Barney: I am not a smoker. I only smoke in certain situations: post-coital, when I'm with Germans—sometimes those two overlap—coital, birthdays, to annoy my mom, pre-coital, on a sailboat, the day The Mets are mathematically eliminated every year, and, of course—wait for it 'cause Lord knows I have—pregnancy scares.
Ted: Why are you smoking right now?
Barney: I'm always pre-coital, Ted.

I can’t ever see there being a day where this clip fails to make me smile.

The Mother

I can’t remember when exactly I got into How I Met Your Mother but I recall it was around the time a good friend of mine was living in halls whilst studying at Oxford Brooks University, so lets say sometime in 2007, two years after the first episode aired. Seldom do I get that into a tv show, but with this I was in love on first viewing and wanted to digest as many episodes as possible in any one sitting. Once I had caught up on all the available episodes, I went back and started it all again. I found myself doing this a few times when awaiting a new season and after a while, this little ritual started to earn sentimental value. Like my favourite films or favourite albums, it was something I wanted to share with the people I let in my life. Granted it’s a hugely ambitious task given the number of episodes, but every attempt still failed rather prematurely. Another try with a girl recently saw us fall at only the fourth episode. Lying in bed is never a good way to watch anything as minds, and hands, tend to wander, but I still unknowingly started to use this as an indication of compatibility. Was I really using the worlds most comprehensive love story as a gauge in my own quest? Had a tv show really become more than a just tv show? Fast forward to today, five years and 184 episodes later, as we (us in the UK) finally got to meet the titular character, The Mother. Even though I had inadvertently seen a picture of her online just after the season finale aired Stateside, I still went into tonight’s viewing with a sense of great excitement. Ted’s journey will finally have its perfect ending revealed. But my excitement wasn’t just for him, a fictional human being might I add, but for myself. Not only was this his journey, but it was ours too. You may credit all this is to just an unhealthy over obsession, but a piece of work that can evoke that much emotion in someone and have that much influence deserves credit. I know one day I’ll manage to watch the whole thing with someone. Maybe I’ll tell our kids about it as well.

How I Met YOUR Mother

One of my dreams for the very near future is to meet someone who has never watched How I Met Your Mother, so that I have an excuse to start it again from the very beginning. We’ll watch multiple episodes at a time, in sessions that’ll last into the early hours, whilst laughing and drinking with no regard for tomorrow.

I am Ted Mosby

After watching the season 8 opener around 13 times since it aired on Thursday, I’ve come to the conclusion that the key to that happy future is making sure I’m reading On The Road (with The Great Gatsby glued to the back) at every possible opportunity when alone in public.

Happy Birthday Canada. You’ll forever be one of my favourite countries. Maybe next year I’ll be able to celebrate your day more seriously…

Happy Birthday Canada. You’ll forever be one of my favourite countries. Maybe next year I’ll be able to celebrate your day more seriously…

Morning.

If the full English didn’t perk me up enough to start my day, Katy Perry on How I Met Your Mother certainly did.