I had a day off work today which, given how busy it's been in the office over the past couple of weeks, is a thing that is very welcome.

Apart from dicking about with this blog — obviously — here are some of the excellently unproductive things that I have caught up on:

Finished reading Stewart Lee's excellent book, How I Escaped My Certain Fate. I've had this since my proper holiday a couple of months ago, but never got around to finishing it. It is indeed excellent. Stewart Lee was one of my heroes when I was in my late teens, and then I pretty much promptly forgot about him when I discovered cheap alcohol and the Midlands, which might be ironic if I could work my brain enough to find out.

Watched a strangely excellent BBC One quiz show presented, strangely, by posh but inoffensive comedian Alexander Armstrong. It was excellent, but also — as I may possibly have touched on —  strange. Following the success of The Weakest Link (hnnghgh) about a decade ago it became mandatory for all quiz shows to have a Thing, whether amplified humourless meanness or a rejection of any semblance of intellect or strategy or point. This was much better than those earlier things. It also featured the host using words including 'brilliant', 'super' and 'ruddy duck', which would probably only happen in this country.

Watched, twenty years later, My Own Private Idaho. My friend Alice was a big fan of this when we were in year eight. Now, too late for it to be of any interest, I completely agree with her.