Yesterday was a total waste of
a day as I managed to stay in bed until five o’clock. I remember waking up and
Mandi was still in bed with me and her telling me it was two o’clock, so I
assumed we weren’t bothering to go out for breakfast. Looking out of the window
I realised that as it was pissing it down I was probably in the right place. I
had said to Mandi that we should stay in and have a film day if neither of us
wanted to go out, and that I would make us a plateful of fried egg sandwiches
instead of getting cold and wet. Mandi was downstairs when I eventually rose
from the best sleep I have had in ages, (even better than my three o’clock lay
in on Thursday), and I did feel a bit guilty about wasting another whole day.
Even if we didn’t go out it would have been nice to spend the day together
without work getting in the way. Even if I wanted work to get in the way a
little bit (catching up with the blog or uploading with my laptop on my knee
while Mandi watches a film I’m not too keen on for example), it was too late in
the day and I couldn’t really be arsed.
The fried egg sandwiches were
also off the menu as Mandi had started to prepare dinner, so I had a shower and
two cups of tea to wake myself up. For some reason I found myself watching Strictly Come Dancing with dinner, before we watched a film.
We watched Miss Potter, about the life of Beatrix Potter. It was an
interesting enough story about perseverance and not compromising your work for
the sake of selling out, but I must confess that Potter’s world of
anthropomorphic rabbits and ducks means very little to me. Despite my marathon
sleep-in I was still heavy of eye at around one o’clock this morning; I
finished reading 24 Hour Party People by Tony
Wilson and attempted to start reading Dead Famous by
Ben Elton. I’ve never read any of Elton’s books before, but I spotted this as
part of an offer when there wasn’t another decent book to be had which is how
they get you with these offers of course but I wasn’t going to give up. How bad
could it be? Ben Elton wrote The Young Ones, Blackadder
and Filthy Rich and Catflap, so he has some
goodwill left in the bank doesn’t he? A few bars left on his battery? I know he
also created The Thin Blue Line and that absolutely
fuck-awful The Wright Way but I was willing to give
him the benefit of the doubt when it came to the books. The blurb looked promising
enough; a spoof of the whole Big Brother phenomenon in which a murder is
committed in the house, it was written long enough ago to pre-date today’s
celebrity ridiculousness in which everyone becomes famous simply for appearing
on these programmes. However, I put the thing down and fell asleep so now I’ll
never know. The luxury of reading time is something I rarely get at the moment so
I’m afraid Ben will have to wait on my bedside table until I have some free
time on my hands.
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