It's been a while (I'm in the habit of saying it now)

Saturdays - the day for stripping coaxial cables, putting sealant around your bath and going to see a mildly depressing play.

Uncle Vanya, or "Uncle Vanya" if translated literally from Russian, is Chekhov's play written at the turn of the century about the ultimate futility of life. Vanya concludes that he has wasted his life in the country whilst his friend the Doctor wants to plant trees to make people happy in the future. The director clearly took the play's ethos to heart by not having an interval, thus giving the audience an extra 15 minutes to waste in our inexorable path to death, although an interval proffers the chance to buy a pint, probably knocking 15 minutes off of your life anyway. So on second thoughts, I don't think he really thought it through.

Cable schmable.

Sealant schmealant.