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When you know too much about Spaced

When you know too much about Spaced

Back in 2001, amidst the turmoil that was going on in my London life, a rare treat was watching Spaced. The perfect sitcom for UK pop-culture-obsessives, it was cosy, fun, trendy, hip and for a while I could bask in pretending that I knew people like Tim and Daisy, fellow pop-culture-obsessed afficiandos with a huge dose of dry wit, slightly zany adventures and genuinely interesting – if weird – people all around them.

Skip to the end of 2005, and Skarlett (bless her cotton socks) gives me the definitive Spaced: Collectors’ Edition DVD for my birthday. thank you. With the 80-minute documentary all about the making of Spaced. As it says on the box inlay, “particular thanks if you’ve already purchased the existing version (which I did) … and you’re buying it all over again for the new bits. That’s exactly the sort of thing a Spaced fan would do.”

But it’s a little disappointing. Not because of the content or the episodes – which are still hilarious if you are a pop-culture-obsessed film/TV fiend hankering after a fantasy version of twentysomething flat-sharing and bar-hopping instead of sitting along on a Friday night with your ramen noodles.

But because Simon Pegg and Jessica Stevenson are not Tim and Daisy. I had somehow managed to naively think that because Spaced seemed so real, man, that if I happened to bump into Pegg/Stevenson in the street, we’d have a cool conversation, man. Or (more than likely) end up gibbering into my shoes like Suw would have done.

But I’m watching the documentary, with Simon/Jessica retracing their Spaced shooting footsteps. Simon looks insufferably cool in some Diesel sunglasses, while Jessica is looking radiant with cleavage to match. Cleavage ?! There was no cleavage in Spaced, let me tell you.

Plus, I always thought Spaced was a mega-cool sitcom. The geek sitcom for geeks who wouldn’t countenance silly things like dressing up. But lo and behold, there were apparently Spaced conventions where people dressed up like the characters.

The documentary is, however, worth it just for the little coda where they pick up Tim and Daisy as they would be now.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m late for my meeting with my therapist in a vain attempt to get over my fear of zombies so I can watch Shaun of the Dead.

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