Month: January 2020

@Lucy_bach Careful, or I might be tempted to start the Hookland Book Club. https://t.co/2FrehL67Ix

Careful, or I might be tempted to start the Hookland Book Club. pic.twitter.com/2FrehL67Ix

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2020

@noelle_nole1 It was that or the King-Under-the-Sea Carousel. I never felt comfortable with riding on those Mer-folk and sea serpents.

It was that or the King-Under-the-Sea Carousel. I never felt comfortable with riding on those Mer-folk and sea serpents.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2020

@paulychilds The eels have not only hierarchy, but plans.

The eels have not only hierarchy, but plans.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2020

Those places of the Empress Eel, of the Stay-Belows and unseen things nibbling on those toes – I always want to picnic beside them, even if I suspect a corpse might bob-along as I eat a sausage roll. – Katherine Giddings, Hookland artist, 1949 https://t.co/6l3BBJjPgp

Those places of the Empress Eel, of the Stay-Belows and unseen things nibbling on those toes – I always want to picnic beside them, even if I suspect a corpse might bob-along as I eat a sausage roll. – Katherine Giddings, Hookland artist, 1949 pic.twitter.com/6l3BBJjPgp

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 1, 2020

@AlboStep The Brexit/Tory time machine has only one destination – 1828.

The Brexit/Tory time machine has only one destination – 1828.

— ReptonGuide (@ReptonGuide) January 31, 2020

The Repton Necropolis is the largest City of Death within London. Some talk about it as territory ceded to lost gods, but this is of course nonsense.

The Repton Necropolis is the largest City of Death within London. Some talk about it as territory ceded to lost gods, but this is of course nonsense.

— ReptonGuide (@ReptonGuide) January 31, 2020

Down in the ghost station, a time tunnel to 1973. #BrexitDay https://t.co/J6JX09tXVb

Down in the ghost station, a time tunnel to 1973. #BrexitDay pic.twitter.com/J6JX09tXVb

— ReptonGuide (@ReptonGuide) January 31, 2020

@DrThomasWaters When I used to tell tarot at the end of the pier as a teenage Saturday job, it was a clearly a form of counselling and also often a need for an alternative narrative that could be tapped into to excuse already desired actions.

When I used to tell tarot at the end of the pier as a teenage Saturday job, it was a clearly a form of counselling and also often a need for an alternative narrative that could be tapped into to excuse already desired actions.

— ReptonGuide (@ReptonGuide) February 1, 2020

@DrThomasWaters I will roll the bones or tell cards for you at any point.

I will roll the bones or tell cards for you at any point.

— ReptonGuide (@ReptonGuide) February 1, 2020

@arborlowenviron @urbanprehisto No, but then again, I rarely get invited to owt good.

No, but then again, I rarely get invited to owt good.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) January 31, 2020