Hmmm, let's see ... go to the mall on Boxing Day ... reread Bridget Jones's Diary ... decisions, decisions
Of course you realize I am being facetious, as I consider shopping to be on par with dental surgery and drug-free childbirth, something to be tolerated only as a last resort and only when there are no other options available.
According to today's newpapers, Chinook Centre averages 80,000 people going through the mall on Boxing Day. I can barely stand to read a number like that, let along be one of that number being elbowed and jostled and shuffling along like cattle to wait in line, if you are fortunate enough to get a parking space, that is.
I am barely leaving my favourite chair today.
Now I think BJD has been unfairly maligned as of late, and I blame it on all the inferior poseurs who jumped gleefully on the chick-lit bandwagon following the success of Bridget Jones. We are of course, all sick to death of this genre by now, and understandably so, but to read the original without having the weight of all the johnny-come-latelies dragging it down, is a joyous and refreshing experience. Bridget Jones is such a hilarious and sassy and confused mess of a modern single woman, that I want to go hang out in a pub with her.
Actually, where I really want to go with Bridget is to Una and Geoffery Alconbury's New Year's Turkey Curry Buffet. I am fascinated with that concept.
Where do Una and Geoffery get the turkey from to have a turkey curry buffet on New Year's? Is it leftover from Christmas? Would you eat week-old turkey, disguised by curry? Unless you like stomach cramps accompanied by diarrhea and vomiting, I should think that I would pass on that. And if the turkey is freshly cooked for the event, why wouldn't you serve it as a roast turkey? Who curries anything but leftover turkey? And besides, what did they have at Christmas then? Surely not turkey.
I've had this discussion with Eva, who has suggested they had ham for Christmas, but that's just wrong in my opinion. Although I understand that the British do often have a big roast beef at Christmas.
If you can shed any light on this mystery, I would be grateful, and hopefully the truth will not diminish the charm of Bridget Jones's Diary for me.
Alas, though, I will have to leave the rereading of this for another day, as I am still trying to finish Brendan Behan's Borstal Boy. Eva wants to have a book club discussion with me when I am done, so I should try to finish during the Christmas holidays.
But I have said too much already. The first rule of Book Club .... you don't talk about Book Club.