Cherry, almond and coconut cake, rum and coca-cola and SIX BOOKS: The Conspirators lead us to the Precipice overlooking the Lake of Darkness which receives some Enlightenment from Gabriel’s Moon but ends in Death at the Sign of the Rook. Thank you A1. Sadly the family cannot join us because Gez is hors de covid. More cake for us.
Meanwhile A1 is rereading Holly by Stephen King and A2 is rereading Fatherland by Robert Harris, an alternative history set in 1960s Nazi Berlin which, like so many novels set in that place and polity, features a feisty American girl reporter.
Category: events
Lights Night
Tonight we saw some weird lights in the sky illuminating the clouds, perhaps over Roundhay Park.
A2 is reading Kill the Father* by Sandrone Dazieri which was also weird and illuminating.
Hot Nights and Days
Today was the warmest day this year so far: 29.5 °C and last night the fires of hell burned in Harehills and luckily Brave Dave was there to document it.
Just heatA burned-out double-decker bus
Firefighters attacking the embers
And a scene that could be lifted from Grand Theft Auto
Thanks for the photos Dave
A1 is reading The Last Word* by Elly Griffiths, a jolly tale of a murderous book club. A2 is rereading Tik-Tok, no not that TikTok, the 1983 novel by John Sladek about a shameless criminal robot, errr…
Red Rose
Celebrating election day in which Labour is bound to win bigly.
And commiserations to Rose who broke her arm in two places. Poor Rose.
A1 is reading A Death at Fountains Abbey by Antonia Hodgson.
How Did We Cope…
…before nail bars? Chapel Allerton now has an extra two, one still being fitted out so just pipped to the post by this one. Which had its Grand Opening today, with a fire-dancer and a stilt-walker. They kept smiling, despite being ignored by most passers-by.
A1 is reading The Last Confession of Thomas Hawkins by Antonia Hodgson. A2 is reading The Wild Swimmers by William Shaw.
Street Party
Another in the series of declining summer street parties; half a dozen people crammed into the gazebo under overcast skies and drizzle, and surrounded by the gas people’s excavations.
A1 is reading Ashram Assassin by Andrew Cartmel. A2 is reading City of Sinners (that’s Bradford for you) by AA Dhand (thx A1).
23 Not Out
It’s our 23rd wedding anniversary! Two minds with but a single thought, we gave each other T-shirts with a 23rd theme (cos neither of us wanted silver plates).
A1 is reading Death in Fine Condition by Andrew Cartmel (thanks A2!), first in a companion series to AC’s Vinyl Detective books, this time about paperbacks, with some intersecting characters. This didn’t work quite as well, chiefly because the book is focused on a single character and so not much dialogue, one of AC’s strong points. Readable, but we won’t be trying the recipe in this book, which is for hash-infused butter using a sous-vide cooker 🙂 .
A2 is reading The Mercy Chair by MW Craven.
Birthday Boy
A fine haul of presents, including a shedload of books, comfy slippers and, from the Gez family. comedy coffee: Kenya believe it’s your birthday? Uganda love this! Not to mention pineapple beer and Hells Lager.
A1 is now reading The Mercy Chair by MW Craven (thanks, A2!), another entry in the sinister-religious-cult subgenre. Somewhat grimmer than MWC’s other Washington Poe books, but leavened by the usual humour and sharp dialogue. Interestingly, the author notes that one of his favourite books is Terry Pratchett’s Night Watch — also one of A1’s favourites — and that Poe is modelled on that novel’s Sam Vimes character.
A2 is reading The Devil in the Marshalsea by Antonia Hodgson.
Warmest day this year so far: 28.5 °C.
Windrush Day
If it wasn’t for the Empire Windrush we probably wouldn’t have the Caribbean Cricket Club.
It is also the twins’ birthdays. Happy Birthdays Twins!
A2 is rereading The End of Mr Y by Scarlet Thomas.
Dads’ Day
Happy Fathers’ Day, daddies! And a nice day at last with 11kWh of sunshine.
We had cottage pie and Aunt Celia’s lemon pudding for our family dinner, did this week’s and last week’s quizzes and scored 12 on each. Yay!
A1 is rereading Utopia Avenue by David Mitchell. A2 is rereading Gnomon by Nick Harkaway. “It’s not like anyone asks you for your passport at the polling booth,” it says. Yeah right!
Pet Shopping in Manchester
Off to Manchester again, for the Pet Shop Boys at the new mishap-prone Co-Op Live arena, which was clearly designed in Minecraft. We travelled by coach this time, after worries about Sunday railway timetabling, and arrived about midday.
After paying our respects to Alan Turing — holding an apple, perhaps a bit tasteless (Here are A1 giving Alan a respectful pat on the shoulder and A2 giving him a friendly cuddle)
— we visited the very Manchester-centric Science and Industry Museum. Much of this was closed for refurbishment, but enough remained to be of interest — including a BBC Micro, A1’s old 1980s machine, prominently displayed.
Much wandering (and aching legs) followed, both on foot and on Manchester’s free buses. It was rainy, cold and windy, more like March or April than June, which didn’t make that part of the day very enjoyable. We did find the old Roman ruins by the canal though, which made an interesting contrast with Manchester’s splendid crop of new skyscrapers.
Eventually we started to make our way to the venue, some way out of town next to a football stadium. This proved to be very difficult, due to A1’s lousy mapreading and the complete lack of signage. After a lot of faffing about we were directed to a tram station underneath the railway station, where it appeared that a van had blocked the tram system and there weren’t any running in our direction. So the station gradually filled up with PSB fans, complete with silly hats, while the display’s “next tram” time stayed still.
And then … the trams finally came. One after the other, all packed to the rafters. We managed to squeeze on one eventually, and it seemed we could have walked there and back a few times in the same time — it was only a couple of stops. We were a bit worried about paying, but it seemed it was all free courtesy of the Co-Op. No-one was checking tickets anyway.
And it was still raining. Of course it was. Bizarrely, they’ve built a new arena in Manchester, and among the weird list of banned items is … umbrellas. Fortunately everyone completely ignored this, including the security people. Also banned are plastic bottle tops for some reason. And nobody was allowed a bag bigger than A4 so there was no chance to go S.H.O.P.P.I.N.G.
A2’s stick proved very useful again, as we got to queue-jump a bit thanks to the generally very helpful (actually almost excessively helpful) and pleasant venue staff. The venue’s capacity is about 23,000, and we estimate it was about 90% full — which makes about 20,000 people in the queue.
Having had the experience of vertiginous seats at the top of the arena last time around, we had booked the more expensive seats much lower down, which involved a walk of shame for A2, holding onto A1 as we staggered down numerous steps. As soon as the show started the people in front of us stood up and could not be persuaded to sit down. So we ended up in the cheaper seats higher up, where we were much more comfortable, and once we were settled we thoroughly enjoyed the show. Two things we were promised which didn’t materialise: step-free access and freely available drinking water. Oh well. Never mind.
Finally, here’s It’s a Sin, one of the band’s signature tunes.
Happy Birthday Dave
Hooray hooray it’s Dave’s birthday and he is celebrating at Alley Cats with all the best people.
A2 is reading The Prey* by Yrsa Sigurdasdottir; a typically miserable Icelandic thriller where the characters are unwittingly lured to the doom of freezing to death or being sucked into a blowhole.
What Flies Above
A dangling appurtenance from a past production at the Playhouse where A2 went with Dave, Faye and Gez to see Black Is the Color of My Voice; a single actor on a minimal set singing and emoting the life of Nina Simone. It was loved!
A2 is rereading Our Tragic Universe by Scarlett Thomas.
Nagar Kirtan
A2 went to the Gurdwara to watch the Vaisakhi parade, which included a posse of orange-clad blokes on motorbikes, a couple of men beating a giant car-towed drum with sheathed swords (seen on right of photo), a detail of women sweeping the road with brooms, an orange flower-topped wheeled cage filled with young men (seen on left of photo) and, bringing up the rear, a lorryload of old ladies. A sunny morning and a happy occasion. Makes you want to be Sikh.
A2 is reading Exhalation by Ted Chiang.
For our dinner and to celebrate Record Shop Day, A1 cooked this delicious recipe from his current book (The Vinyl Detective: Noise Floor):
Vinyl Detective Macaroni Cheese
“Six hundred millilitres of milk,” I said, “three hundred of water, three hundred grams of macaroni, sixty-five of butter…”
“You understand that all of these ingredients have to be of the highest quality?” said Nevada.
“Of course,” said Lambert.
[…]
“Anyway, so you put it all in the same pot…”
“Right,” I said. “Milk, water, butter, macaroni. Cook gently, stirring so it doesn’t stick, until it begins to simmer. Then lower the heat and cook for ten minutes. Add three hundred and fifty grams of cheddar, grated.”
[…]
“And seventy-five millilitres of double cream,” I said.
“Then turn off the heat, cover the pan and leave it for a while to set. And then eat it at any time.”
We only had 150gm of macaroni, so we halved the quantities and it was ample for two.
Upstairs Downstairs
Happy Vaisakhi everybody, and happy birthday Garth!
Here is the birthday party at Viva Cuba with tapas and rum punches and comrades from decades of political history, including the inestimable Liz Davies. Thank you.
And here’s a gratuitous smiling bloke at bus stop with a graffiti halo:
恭喜发财
Happy Chinese New Year everybody! Here’s our festive spread of fried rice, Singapore noodles, sweet and sour pork, rainbow chicken, cha siu bao, jiaozi, har gow, siu mai, fish balls and tea eggs, with fruit salad for afters.
We were so busy digesting that our brains didn’t work so we only scored 7.25 on the GSQ; our worst this year.
A1 is rereading Revelation Space by Alastair Reynolds. A2 is reading The Prefect, also by Alastair Reynolds.
Tea and Cake in the Library
The library’s birthday cake.
January 2024 was our second coldest, third wettest and most averagely sunny January of all time.
A1 is rereading The Last Voice You Hear by Mick Herron. A2 is rereading Down Cemetery Road, also by Mick Herron.
New Year’s Day
Midnight fireworks viewed from the traffic island.
2023 was our wettest year ever but also featured our longest dry spell from May 20 to June 17. Full info here.
We tried the GSQ on our own and scored a miserable 6. It was from last year so it doesn’t count.
Eyes Down
Our Boxing Day family meal featured a reprise of yesterday’s spread plus mushroom wellington for the meat-refusers and a delicious walnut panettone tiramisu assembled by A1. We played bingo for our presents and scored 9.5 on the GSQ.
A2 is reading Airside by Christopher Priest (thx A1): descriptions of real airports interspersed with reviews of real films featuring airports, loosely linked with the disappearance of a fictional Hollywood actress. Not bad though.
Wonderful Christmas Time
Our Christmas gifts:
and our Christmas dinner:
It was a lovely day, achieved without hassle. We are watching Vigil (thx A1).
Deck the Halls
Our magic Christmas tree is shining brightly all around and our hedge is decked with coloured lights which we bought from a charity shop and didn’t know they were all colours until we plugged them in. And A2 had to buy the crackers twice because they blew away on the way back from the shop.
A1 is rereading Spook Street by Mick Herron. A2 is reading Life Before Man by Margaret Atwood.
Diwali
It’s Diwali! The Sikh Temple opened their gigantic box of fireworks and filled the sky with whooshing crackling sparkling sprays of light and colour.
A1 is reading The Creak on the Stairs* by Eva Bjorg Aegisdottir. A2 is reading Cold as Hell* (too right it is) by Lilja Sigurdardottir.
We had meltingly tender Italian beef stew and trifle for our family nosh and scored THIRTEEN on the GSQ; thanks everybody.
Guida (Fawkes) Night
Happy birthday, Guida!
We had various pasta bakes for our family meal, followed by parkin and custard. We scored a reasonable 11 on the GSQ, then repaired outside to let off a box of fireworks to celebrate.
A2 is reading The Black Path* by Asa Larsson, which was so complicated she lost the plot.
Devil Cat from Hell (for Halloween)
The diabolical Deimos, and the new camera’s OTT simulation of HDR.
A2 is rereading After the Crash by Michel Bussi.
Light and Shadow
It’s Light Night! Among the advertised attractions were illuminations in the ginnel. A2 went out to look but there was nothing to see at our end except street lamps shining on fallen leaves. Oh well.
A1 is rereading The Outsider by Stephen King.