Saturday Fiasco, or was it?

A fifty page magazine, full of short stories written by award winning writers, one hundred twenty pages of a book, a ninety-minute movie, a football match, an hour long documentary, entitled The Doomsday Code, and a talk show – can you digest that in one day? Sounds little crazy, but yesterday, to avoid boredom, stuck in my house, in fact in my room, I ended up doing all these thing.

I had planned to play tennis, go out for drinks, and later, venture in a club for a night out. But one after another, all the plans fell by the wayside.

In the morning, I had enjoyed my breakfast of scrambled eggs, toasts, and a banana with the magazine. For full two hours, until the magazine got overrun, I didn’t get up. In between, a text arrived on my mobile phone, with the news of the cancellation of our tennis match.

Then, I moved to my room and started reading a book called On Beauty. Another hour flew by, engrossed in it. But my eyes started hurting. I switched on my laptop and watched a movie called Pride and Prejudice.

My laptop still is locked in Zone 1, by-the-way. This DVD is a gift from my departed Austrian friend. She’d made sure it was ‘all zone,’ so it would run on my laptop. She’s a very kind friend.

Lunch followed after that, and with stomach full, I went back to the book. Zadie Smith, the writer, has a knack for noticing humorous things about people. This book is satirical and sometimes extremely funny. Despite the ‘girlie’ tag the book came with, I enjoyed the read. Another hour must have flown by, before I remembered that TV was showing football matches.

While watching, I received another text from a friend asking if I could join her in Portabello market. I said after an hour. I wouldn’t miss the matches now. She couldn’t wait.

Later, while I was cooking my dinner, still reading the book, another text arrived. A friend wanted my company for a night out. I said ok. He said he’d call me at 10 p.m.

At that time, I was watching Doom's Day Cult documentary and wishing he wouldn’t call me. I was comfortable in my bed, and with fascination, was watching the documentary. The presenter swooped the world finding and interviewing cult members. From America, to Africa, to Europe, he traveled, enlightening us with the cult’s activities.

After the documentary, came the funny Jonathan Ross show. An hour eroded from my Saturday time with laughter and chuckling. By the time show finished it was almost mid-night. It was time to hit the bed.

I was mighty relieved of no telephone calls.