Hancock: bland. Funny in places, more-or-less the right side of sentimental in others and satisfyingly explodey. Will Smith is, well, Will Smith, but in the quite watchable way, rather than the in need of a slap way. It’s not a bad film. It’s just another bland Hollywood action film without much bite.

Weekend: I feel slightly like I’m coming down with a cold. Obviously, I’m not, because I have stuff to do, but I’ve been feeling a bit run down, and unusually wheezy for the last two days, to the point that I’m actually carrying my inhaler on me, which I generally forget to do. Still, I think a weekend of not-doing-very-much might be a good idea – nothing that involves leaving the house other than maybe a trip to the shops. I’ve got organising of stuff to do anyway.

What’re your plans for the weekend?

At around 5 am this morning, I semi-woke, looked at the clock, and then “realised” (in the way that one does when one is still mostly asleep, and actually still dreaming a bit) that it was Saturday, December 17th, (not even a real date this year) and that I had just begun a week off work, in the run up to Christmas. I fell back into my pillows and blissful unconsciousness with a grateful sigh.

So the alarm clock came as something of a nasty shock.

Home for the evening, bored. Entertain me by answering the following, please.

That questions meme that’s going the rounds

I have been limping all bloody day. It is hassle I could well do without, as it is kind of connected to the fact I am supposed to refrain from doing anything that would cause my thigh muscles on my left leg to get too much use for the next while, walking is ok, but anything strenuous is out for at week to two weeks. This in annoying, as I’d just gone up a weight step on my leg presses (I’m aiming for twice my own weight, and closing on it quite nicely), and by the time I’m back to doing them, I’ll probably be back where I was.

Slightly more pressingly on the getting lard off front, can anyone suggest to me a good means of getting 1/2 an hour’s aerobic exercise without using my legs? No, hopping while on a treadmill is not practical, you bastards. Swimming also not an option.

This is now indelibly drawn onto my left thigh. Which is nice. The endorphins rather wore off on the train home, which was less pleasant, as I had to stand the whole way back. It was only half an hour, but I could have done without it just then, you know?

Still, I think we can file today under “win”.