things are remembered differently
@sethanikeem @GroupHookland @casskhaw @cultauthor When you have spent all your life at the window looking in, when you are the margin, you always feel like the imposture in the narrative arc of your own life.
When you have spent all your life at the window looking in, when you are the margin, you always feel like the imposture in the narrative arc of your own life.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 31, 2020
@Elisabe52245554 No even story can stitch the wounds of the land, no bandage can be pulled tight enough to staunch the flow.
No even story can stitch the wounds of the land, no bandage can be pulled tight enough to staunch the flow.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2020
Only in England with its obsession with the weather do we find meteorology replaced by ghost observation. The villagers of Horngate swearing that a sighting of black shape at the old mill foretells storm, foretells flood. – George Kindred. Û÷Haunted HooklandÛª, 1970
Only in England with its obsession with the weather do we find meteorology replaced by ghost observation. The villagers of Horngate swearing that a sighting of black shape at the old mill foretells storm, foretells flood. – George Kindred. ‘Haunted Hookland’, 1970
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2020
@wayswithweirds @chelseagreen The only thing that makes us writers is the act of writing. So, blooming get to it.
The only thing that makes us writers is the act of writing. So, blooming get to it.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2020
@lostmartyn Not that one ever wants to argue with @AdrianEdmondson, but this is not entirely true.
Not that one ever wants to argue with @AdrianEdmondson, but this is not entirely true.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2020
@Richard_Kadrey It looks like you have ascended to Space Commander form.
It looks like you have ascended to Space Commander form.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2020
It is September 1st, a powerful day of folklore in the county and one of the most terrifying nights of my childhood. The amazing art depicting The Parade of Hoods is by @MariaStrutz https://t.co/ivSSAP65Z2
It is September 1st, a powerful day of folklore in the county and one of the most terrifying nights of my childhood. The amazing art depicting The Parade of Hoods is by @MariaStrutz pic.twitter.com/ivSSAP65Z2
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2020
@sylvswarren Language is feral or it is dead.
Language is feral or it is dead.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2020
@lostmartyn @AdrianEdmondson It is Hookland. Would you expect less?
It is Hookland. Would you expect less?
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2020
@MartinB_Archaeo The Parade of Hoods was certainly celebrated in 1970s Essex, though people now like to gloss over it due to the big breasts, mocking of epileptic fits and leprosy.
The Parade of Hoods was certainly celebrated in 1970s Essex, though people now like to gloss over it due to the big breasts, mocking of epileptic fits and leprosy.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2020