Month: January 2020

@dedbutdrmng IT IS A BIG THING YOU DOOFUS.

IT IS A BIG THING YOU DOOFUS.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 30, 2020

@SwanRiverPress Lads … a best-use by date of 1997.

Lads … a best-use by date of 1997.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 30, 2020

@SwanRiverPress Even irony usage is dulling and it‰Ûªs the equivalent in tweet form of that first chapter a book could lose and be all the better for it. Just bloody start at the meat, sod the ponce pastry.

Even irony usage is dulling and it’s the equivalent in tweet form of that first chapter a book could lose and be all the better for it. Just bloody start at the meat, sod the ponce pastry.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 30, 2020

@SwanRiverPress Irony works on Twitter if we know the person well-enough in real life to know that it‰Ûªs irony/a thorough extraction of the urine. While Twitter is like our own personal pub, the rhetoric of the snug rarely works on here.

Irony works on Twitter if we know the person well-enough in real life to know that it’s irony/a thorough extraction of the urine. While Twitter is like our own personal pub, the rhetoric of the snug rarely works on here.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 30, 2020

@sarahkmarr @SwanRiverPress My tweets have no potential to be interesting and therefore I would be ashamed to finish them that way.

My tweets have no potential to be interesting and therefore I would be ashamed to finish them that way.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 30, 2020

Through negotiations of ale and silver I persuaded him to teach me the grasping of the crow‰Ûªs foot and the lifting by its black wings through the aether to the place of seeing. It is magic worth its price. – Dr. Bron, 1638

Through negotiations of ale and silver I persuaded him to teach me the grasping of the crow’s foot and the lifting by its black wings through the aether to the place of seeing. It is magic worth its price. – Dr. Bron, 1638

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 30, 2020

@sarahkmarr @SwanRiverPress Once, at 14, I rang the Deputy Headmaster of my comprehensive at 1am and shouted: ‰ÛÏHEY-HO POTATOES!‰Û for no real reason other than I disliked him and thought denying him some sleep was a fair-do. I often feel my tweets should end: ‰Û÷Hey-ho potatoes!‰Ûª

Once, at 14, I rang the Deputy Headmaster of my comprehensive at 1am and shouted: “HEY-HO POTATOES!” for no real reason other than I disliked him and thought denying him some sleep was a fair-do. I often feel my tweets should end: ‘Hey-ho potatoes!’

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 30, 2020

@SwanRiverPress @accordingtoJonD @sarahkmarr It is half tepid irony, half the parasite laziness of inhabiting forms that lurch around like old school zombies till they are either put out of our misery or enter Brewers.

It is half tepid irony, half the parasite laziness of inhabiting forms that lurch around like old school zombies till they are either put out of our misery or enter Brewers.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 30, 2020

@sarahkmarr @SwanRiverPress @accordingtoJonD Also, for the first who do it is also naff plagiarism akin to Denis Leary nicking Bill Hicks‰Ûª smoking routine/how 80% of writers on place ape Sinclair/Macfarlane.

Also, for the first who do it is also naff plagiarism akin to Denis Leary nicking Bill Hicks’ smoking routine/how 80% of writers on place ape Sinclair/Macfarlane.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 30, 2020

@SwanRiverPress @sarahkmarr @accordingtoJonD Aye and as shorthand to a dull joke or bonhomie, they are utter puss trails of failure.

Aye and as shorthand to a dull joke or bonhomie, they are utter puss trails of failure.

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 30, 2020