Knee business X-rayed this morning. Had to roll up one trouser leg like a mason and stand in front of a metal plate. The x-ray machine made three musical notes while it was at its business. Then to another room to have my knee examined by a doctor and a trainee doctor. This lead to expert knee waggling interspersed with inexpert knee waggling, and a good deal of poking and flexing. Next step is an MRI scan, and perhaps an arthroscopy. Was told it is likely I will need a knee replacement when I am older. I have seen the future and the future is Borg. Walked home by the sea, the street still frosty but the day bright blue. Home and working a little on the Skelton Yawngrave stuff. Coughing and washed out this afternoon. Watched the last episode of The Trip. I find it hard to say why I liked this so much. I like comedy when it is mixed with sadness, and stuff like the below just has to be largely improvised. Below a scene from The Trip .
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The Trip A walk after lunch for almost two hours along the sea front, mostly thinking about writing. The sea calm again and the sky clouded and then peachy in places. All this space is a feature of Brighton life that comes into its own once the summer's done. For me being near the sea is theraputic, and it is healthy to have a sense of yourself as a speck on a vast horizon. Otherwise a quiet day. Wrote for a while first thing on the Doppelganger. Spoke to Lorraine who has done her interview and must wait a couple of days to discover if she has a job in the newly restructured education service. I have been watching a TV series called The Trip. Two comedians Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon go on a tour of some of the best restaurants in the North of England, on the pretext that Coogan is writing an article about them for The Observer Magazine. The series seems almost completely improvised, and the comedians, who are playing themselves, or versions of themselves, have a bickering dysfunc...