For months,
I have been waiting.
Months of
longing, tears and frustration. Months of checking the TV schedules in
magazines and throwing them across the room when it failed yet again to
materialise.
Then, a few
weeks ago, the TV announced that it would be returning on June 16th.
I stayed
in. Waited again. More longing in my heart and loins. Then, I discovered that
the return date was July 16th. I was a whole month early. More
tears.
But this
week, it returned. Suits. The brilliant, fantastically produced, stunningly
written, Suits. Even repeating the word thrills me. Suits.
Gabriel
Macht in a suit. A handsome, sexy man playing handsome, sexy lawyer Harvey
Specter. In a suit. Gabriel, my angel.
And all
would have been well with the world, had I not been in the UK. I would never
have booked that flight, had I known the television trauma I was about to
endure: awake at 5am in my UK bed, unable to sleep, knowing what I was missing
thousands of miles away on the other side of the world.
My flight
schedule meant that when I returned to the US on Wednesday, I would have had
two episodes to watch. Delayed gratification is good, I reasoned. But I have
had to change my flight again, as I have the chance to interview Eva Longoria
in Spain at the beginning of August.
It was a
tough call – the world’s most beautiful woman versus the world’s most beautiful
man. Eva won out. By the time I return to the US, there will be five episodes
of Suits to catch up on. I just hope that the delayed gratification doesn’t
kill me before I get my hands on the remote.
I don’t
know anyone who doesn’t love Suits, which is also perfectly cast, with not a
glimmer of a weak link in the chain. Macht is, quite simply superb. When I
recently bumped into E L James, author of 50 Shades of Grey, I begged her to
get Macht cast in the lead role of Christian Grey.
He really
would be perfect. Please, please, please. He’d be great. On and on and on I
went. Alas for her, flying at 35,000 feet, she had no escape route. I just pray
it lodged somewhere.
Specter’s
sidekick, Mike Ross, played by Patrick J. Adams, is the maverick turned good
guy to Specter’s mean and bad.
And Rick
Hoffman’s Louis Litt is a character with barely one redeeming feature, and
whose attempts to be a better person are always doomed to failure as a result
of his weaknesses – namely, paranoia and insecurity. But it is those weaknesses
with which the audience identifies, and that is why we still like him.
The USA
Network is my favourite station -
my other big worry at the moment is the date of the season premiere of White
Collar; I am very worried about what is happening to Peter in jail. Maybe that,
too, has already returned, and, when I finally get back to the US, I will be
able to spend an entire week in my dressing gown, catching up.
In the meantime,
Twitter people, stop giving the game away in Tweets before the rest of us have
had chance to view. I may not be a fan of delayed gratification, but at the
moment it’s the only thing keeping me going.
Well, that
and the fact that I’m going to meet Eva Longoria.
