Several decades ago, when I was at university in Bournemouth and shared a house with Paul and a couple of our other course mates, every so often I'd need to get away from things for a while, escape the stress of academia.
Cheaper than drugs and booze, my mellowing magic came from borrowing stacks of Jon's VHS tapes of Friends.
Bingeing through those for an afternoon (before bingeing was a thing) would chill me out enough to face the real world again.
These days VHS is no longer the cutting edge of entertainment technology and we have easy access to a far broader spectrum of entertainment.
Unfortunately, one side effect of this, I realised recently, was that I tend to watch a show once then move on to something else... because there's always something else.
This means, no matter how entertaining a show is, it's ultimately near-impossible to truly relax, as there's an obligation to do the show service and pay attention, waiting for the next gag or plot twist.
That is, until I discovered Rick and Morty.
I'm currently well into the second season again, despite knowing I have many fresh shows queued up on various devices and streaming services.
I find I can't just watch one episode, I have to watch a second, and a third and so on.
And suddenly time has passed and I've forgotten whatever was stressing me out when I pressed 'play'.
Rick and Morty is funny, gross, weird, touching, incredibly well-written and wholly addictive.
I never wanted to be a member of the Friends clique, I just enjoyed laughing at their screwball misadventures.
And I don't want to be either Rick or Morty (although I fear, at times, I'm a bit of a Jerry), but their wild and crazy adventures are the best form of escapism.
Rick and Morty certainly isn't Friends, but it now serves a similar therapeutic purpose in my viewing schedules.