Friday evening we sprawled in front of the TV and watched Saving Grace (IMDB reference) which was great fun. Bill Bailey was especially good (typecast as a hippie... we think he must have written some of his own lines).
On Saturday
The video continues to lose its ability to replay sound, which led to some difficulties with the poor chap trying to watch some of the episodes of Angel he'd previously recorded. (Finding a web site with a transcript of the episode concerned is not necessarily a great solution.
The already-mentioned 'quality reading time' consisted of me devouring Gibson's Pattern Recognition and getting about half-way through Patrick Moore's autobiography 80 Not Out. I ought to know better than to read Gibson in one sitting (okay, two, since it was split by lunch); his prose always skews the way I look at the world for some while afterwards, almost like a drug. I come out of it with a desperate urge to describe everything around me in the minutest detail. (Don't worry, the urge has faded now. And in any case I think I'll spare you all the contextual analysis of the significance of the fibre of my dressing-gown.)