@puresound_A30 Right and proper.
Right and proper.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2019
things are remembered differently
@puresound_A30 Right and proper.
Right and proper.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2019
@soullessparty @Bob_Fischer @hambert @ScarredForLife2 @concretism_mus @richard_littler It is constant context. The radioactive half-life of psychic static.
It is constant context. The radioactive half-life of psychic static.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2019
@concretism_mus @soullessparty @Bob_Fischer @hambert @ScarredForLife2 @richard_littler We are haunted as much by the future as the past. All the what-if sci-fi tomorrows that havenÛªt happened yet as much as our yesterday cicatrix.
We are haunted as much by the future as the past. All the what-if sci-fi tomorrows that haven’t happened yet as much as our yesterday cicatrix.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2019
I took lunch at Dead Boy Barrel Inn and heard all its tales of knocks and ill-omen. A good ghost story does make ale taste better. – #CLNolan in letter to Arthur Machen
I took lunch at Dead Boy Barrel Inn and heard all its tales of knocks and ill-omen. A good ghost story does make ale taste better. – #CLNolan in letter to Arthur Machen
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2019
@SallyMoen2 @neilhimself No Dead Boy Detective would ever be duffer enough to murdered by drowning in a barrel of beer, but Stiv Bators definitely would.
No Dead Boy Detective would ever be duffer enough to murdered by drowning in a barrel of beer, but Stiv Bators definitely would.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2019
The folklore of Lady Sarah of Lumbwell, murdered by her step-mother and fed to her father in pastries, has at least given us the March tradition of eating Sweet Sarah cakes in her memory. – George Kindred, 1953
The folklore of Lady Sarah of Lumbwell, murdered by her step-mother and fed to her father in pastries, has at least given us the March tradition of eating Sweet Sarah cakes in her memory. – George Kindred, 1953
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2019
@Ronniesoak @Gurdur @SJATurney @MichaelJecks @SocialHistoryOx @dramgoodguide @PaulMMCooper @RoyneAlianore @LondonHistorian @Jamie_Woodward_ @Hadrians_Gate @Idiot_for_hire That is kind of you Geoff. Appreciated.
That is kind of you Geoff. Appreciated.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2019
Sergeant Nokes had come to regard the Hollyford Estate as odd even by Hookland standards. Nowhere in Yorkshire had he had to endure constant reports of Û÷floating balls of witch fireÛª, Û÷dream smokeÛª and Û÷vandalism by faeriesÛª. – #DICallaghan
Sergeant Nokes had come to regard the Hollyford Estate as odd even by Hookland standards. Nowhere in Yorkshire had he had to endure constant reports of ‘floating balls of witch fire’, ‘dream smoke’ and ‘vandalism by faeries’. – #DICallaghan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2019
@allanwin No-one could call any Yorkshireman sheltered, but not even at Todmorden nick would you expect an unrelenting stream of calls blaming faeries rather than little HerbertÛªs.
No-one could call any Yorkshireman sheltered, but not even at Todmorden nick would you expect an unrelenting stream of calls blaming faeries rather than little Herbert’s.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2019
@allanwin And even there, nowhere near as raw and infected as the ghost soil of his adopted county.
And even there, nowhere near as raw and infected as the ghost soil of his adopted county.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2019