A nice day, considering it’s October: 22.0 °C.
Admin1 is rereading The Outsider by Stephen King. Admin2 is reading The Guest List by Lucy Foley: a “Sunday Times bestseller”; a sure sign that a book is speedy, superficial and uses the word “adrenaline” as a substitute for conveying excitement through the text.
A red snapper escaping from an electric eel.
Admin2 is reading Redemption by Jussi Adler-Olsen.
We scored 10 on the GWQ.
But not a lot.
Admin2 is reading Mr Cadmus by Peter Ackroyd.
A pillar of darkness between the werewolf on the left and the fine upstanding man on the right.
Admin1 is reading A Climate of Fear by Fred Vargas. Admin2 is reading The Trawlerman by William Shaw.
We scored 11.5 on the GWQ.
Admin1 is reading An Uncertain Place by Fred Vargas. Admin2 is reading The Royal Secret by Andrew Taylor.
Well, you can see its eyes under its hood and its hand holding its e-cig and the massive plume of vapour it is expelling.
Admin1 is reading Stop Dead by Leigh Russell. Books 4 and 5 in this series have got gorier and even more misanthropic than before, especially towards the “lower orders”. Think I’ll give up on LR.
Admin2 is rereading Black Day at the Bosphorus Cafe by MH Baylis.
Admin1 is reading The Cabin by Jorn Lier Horst. Admin2 is rereading The New Confessions by William Boyd.
Strange faces staring up.
Admin1 is reading White Corridor by Christopher Fowler. Admin2 is reading Black Alice by Thomas M Disch.
The grinning idiot on the right should watch out for those sinister characters on the left.
Admin1 is reading Rune and Admin2 has been reading Bryant & May: London’s Glory, both by Christopher Fowler.
A cloud man wandering through the sky with his backpack and dog.
Admin1 is rereading A Song from Dead Lips by William Shaw. Admin2 is reading The Vanishing Futurist by Charlotte Hobson; an English governess experiences the liberating influence of the avant-garde amid the privations of war and the ferment of the Russian revolution.
Our blog is back after days of server errors and the weather is back to clouds and rain.
Admin2 is reading Machines Like Me by Ian Mc Ewan, a novel about a sentient robot in an alternative 1980s which apparently isn’t science fiction because nobody is wearing antigravity boots. It was an enjoyable read though, somewhat in the style of Adam Roberts. Admin1 has been watching Keeping Faith.
Admin1 tried reading Dark Matter by Blake Crouch but abandoned it because it was rubbish. Admin2 is reading The Woman in Blue by Elly Griffiths.
Looks a bit like Europe minus UK…
Admin2 is reading The Moth Catcher by Ann Cleeves.
We watched Innocent and scored 9 on the GWQ.
A dinosaur rises up and waves its claws in a threatening manner.
Admin2 is reading Salt Lane by William Shaw. The offspring of the sixties characters in the last series arrives as a typical modern detective: divorced with a troublesome teenager.
This is actually a cloud of yesterday; today there were no clouds at all and the solar panels did 12.87 kWh: best day this year.
Admin1 is reading The White Road by Sarah Lotz — an interesting ghost story about potholing and mountain climbing, with an unlikeable but engaging protagonist; not a book for those worried by depths or heights. Or ghosts. Or cold. Or for claustrophobes or agoraphobes.
Admin2 is reading Before the Fall by Noah Hawley; a plane crash deconstructed.
Clouds of the day: A flying saucer releases a colourful ray.
And a herd of animals gallops towards a magical tree.
Admin2 is reading 1977 Red Riding by David Peace but is not enjoying the racism, sexism, gbh and constant fucking swearing.
Admin1 is reading New York 2140 by Kim Stanley Robinson, which was superb, something like Stand on Zanzibar as re-imagined by Ian McDonald … and Stan has discovered a sense of humour! Full of finely drawn characters who are better than they think they are, it’s the best book of the year so far. Guardian review by Adam Roberts.
Admin2 is rereading The Word of God by Thomas M Disch. Tom cobbles together a load of random stories, essays, poems and instructions and presents them as Holy Writ. Bit like the Bible in fact.
Admin2 was photographing a splashy puddle when this unexpected iridescent tableau floated by, looking like Mary and Jesus using magic to repel a charging elk.
Admin1 is reading Fairyland by Paul McAuley. Admin2 is reading War Crimes for the Home by Liz Jensen, an unforgettable book about memory loss.
Storm Jake arrived today with big, big snowflakes. Then the sun came out and it all melted. Then it rained. Now it’s windy. The weather station had a hard time keeping up.
Admin1 is reading Gathering Prey by John Sandford. Admin2 is reading The Nightmare by Lars Kepler. It was like a bad dream, or a bad film with lengthy descriptions of car chases, innumerable shootings, and improbably good-looking and accomplished protagonists.
Looks like Sid carved his name and the tree obliged with knots.
Admin1 is reading Whole Wide World by Paul McAuley. We scored 6.5 on the Guardian Weekend quiz.
A faint sundog that looks a bit like a fly, surrounded by swirly clouds, and the sunshine meant that today the solar panels’ annual output exceeded 1500kWh for the first time.
Admin1 is reading Slade House by David Mitchell. Admin2 is reading Strange Bodies by Marcel Theroux.
Scaffolding planks. They are called ledgers and side-on they look a lot like books.
Admin1 is reading The Last Breath by Denise Mina (well-written and involving, but it would have helped to have read previous books in the series). Admin2 is reading Talking It Over by Julian Barnes. Yakity yak don’t get your lover back.
A bright ending to a dull day with clouds that look like numbers. Yesterday — 14 Sep — we passed the 2012 solar panel total; that point was reached on 22 Oct in 2013 and 5 Oct in 2014.
Admin1 is rewatching The Fall.
Admin2 is reading Sweet Caress by William Boyd, which was disappointing to be honest, like a creative writing exercise cobbled together from random photographs.
Kaffee des Tages: Bellarom Espresso; not bad considering we got 1.2kg for £6.99
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A small spider casts a menacing shadow on a peeling painted door
Which reminded Admin1 of this:
…which is a HiRISE picture of Martian sand dunes.
Admin2 thinks it looks more like this:
…but the whole of Mars looks like it was painted by incompetent decorators and the paint has wrinkled, blistered, streaked, cracked or dripped.
Admin2 is reading All That Follows by Jim Crace, which like Amnesia and Orfeo was slipstreamy, set in the near future and concerned authoritarian responses to acts perceived as terrorism plus a lot of recapitulation of past events.