Another night of promising to write and not quite achieving the volume I'm hoping for falls apart early on when I get home from work in a less-than-brilliant mood and cheer myself up by jumping around the kitched to Refused's seminal album The Shape of Punk to Come. The album offers the exact right mix of catharsis and nostalgia to see me through to a dinner of leftover cottage pie from last night (delicious) and University Challenge coming on TV.
I get by OK with my score again - occasionally surprising myself with the sort of thing I can pull from my head under pressure - and make detailed notes on my progress for reasons I'm slowly beginning to lose sight of. The idea, as I've mentioned, is to build up a record of my personal score on University Challenge to see if I'm learning anything over time - but again I fail to find the time to bother typing it up. This plan will come to something, though, and it's actually a little fun not to know quite what it is yet.
K comes home later and we sit and watch The Trip on iPlayer. The Coogan/Brydon improvised comedy continues to intrigue - but more than anything it makes me long to go on a trip driving around the countryside. Perhaps K and I will drive around Scotland sometime soon.
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