@AndrewWallaceDR Beverages at some point Mr. Wallace?
Beverages at some point Mr. Wallace?
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 8, 2019
things are remembered differently
@AndrewWallaceDR Beverages at some point Mr. Wallace?
Beverages at some point Mr. Wallace?
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 8, 2019
Even the rumour of war leaves concrete cicatrix. Ears stitched uncomfortably onto the landscape still listening for planes long since made ghosts. https://t.co/YOKQqWCrUr
Even the rumour of war leaves concrete cicatrix. Ears stitched uncomfortably onto the landscape still listening for planes long since made ghosts. pic.twitter.com/YOKQqWCrUr
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 8, 2019
@NeolithicSheep Hardly!
Hardly!
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 8, 2019
@NoelDolphin Haters be wrong. Haters be shitlarks.
Haters be wrong. Haters be shitlarks.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 8, 2019
@RFCider Yes. You really would not confuse them. Certainly your teeth and stomach wouldnÛªt.
Yes. You really would not confuse them. Certainly your teeth and stomach wouldn’t.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 8, 2019
@EvilVVitchSure @TheSacredIsle You really wouldnÛªt want to do that. Trust me.
You really wouldn’t want to do that. Trust me.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 8, 2019
The myth of the perfect English cottage has provided perfect lure to bring many a city idiot to their county doom. – #CLNolan https://t.co/JBpmldvoId
The myth of the perfect English cottage has provided perfect lure to bring many a city idiot to their county doom. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/JBpmldvoId
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 8, 2019
@CabinetStories I actually had to do a doubt-take there.
I actually had to do a doubt-take there.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 8, 2019
@AlisonKMurray @MorganScorpion County as in the county of Hookland and its special menu of dooms rather than generic rural dooms.
County as in the county of Hookland and its special menu of dooms rather than generic rural dooms.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 8, 2019
@matabele_ant @howlieT The streets of gold myth was dead by the time of Dick and his cat, only revived to its full for those from outside of Briton and post-1963 teenagers. It wasnÛªt the dream that brought most to London from the country, just the hard punch of economics.
The streets of gold myth was dead by the time of Dick and his cat, only revived to its full for those from outside of Briton and post-1963 teenagers. It wasn’t the dream that brought most to London from the country, just the hard punch of economics.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 8, 2019