Goodnight from Mary Marlow, pouring extra cider into the Gathergood stew she’s making for her late husband’s birthday dinner. Goodnight from Susie Mugford, feeling hollowed out by The Boom-boom Club and wishing there was a spell to cure the heart of tenderness. Goodnight from Hookland.
There will be disappearing dolphins (@iansimmons1960.bsky.social take note); naked amnesiacs; daylight vanishings; UFO cults; black dogs; cunning folk and even a mention of Spring-heeled Jack. There might even be some free Hookland fudge.
If you have ever wanted to hear me talk about folklore, Forteana and Hookland in an East End pub, this is your chance.
🫂💙
Goodnight from The Bloody Babe pub, where the ferret fashion parade has sharply divided regulars on the wisdom of ever putting animals in costume. Goodnight from Dr. Fiona Low, continuing her experiments on containing spirits in the magnetic fields of C90 cassettes. Goodnight from Hookland.
You should also ask @rpullins.bsky.social, @bengraven.bsky.social, @bishopjoey.bsky.social and always @cultauthor.bsky.social !
Fuck yeah.
DM me appropriate email!
visage of a stern, severe undersea monarch with driftwood crown/horns, fish netting, pearls, and pop tabs from cans. Pencil drawing with colour applied.
Let's see, what sort of thing for today, then?
Let's stay in Hookland for a bit- King Under Sea of that county.
Good morning.
Did I mention the time I spent a month planning and executing a Chaos Magick ritual that spectacularly -- and implausibly -- brought me the exact result I asked for in less than five minutes?
It's here, if you're curious.
old.reddit.com/r/Experience...
That would be the time @hookland.bsky.social, our friend SD, and I accidentally spent a couple of weeks in a parallel reality version of the UK.
It's too long to thread here, but: www.reddit.com/r/Glitch_in_...
We literally saw reality shift in front of our eyes.
Wild, paradigm-shattering glory.
Knyghts Mere, Connault Lane, Hampshire
I lived in a pub when I was younger, a rural spot a short way outside the market town of Andover in (Old) Hampshire, southern England. One of the places I used to drive out to was an old, decrepit hill-side pond in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by really gnarled trees.
In honour of @cultauthor.bsky.social's birthday yesterday, here's a few reposts of links to some of my strangest experiences.
You tell yourself it's the ivy moving against the glass. Tell yourself old, half-abandoned buildings are full of noises you'll never fathom out. Then the voices start and you realise no writhing vegetation, no auditory pareidolia from ancient pipes offers up full sentences.
The locked attic room in Ashcourt from where science fiction writer Olag Gandle disappeared on February 15th, 1936. The disappearance remains unsolved and a matter of much speculation. It has entered the folklore of the county as faith, as ritual. #LightACandleForOlagGandle
An owl like figure offer a claw displaying three talons. Three drops of blood depend from each talon. Pencil drawing with applied colour.
...at any rate, good afternoon.
Queen of Owls from Hookland for you.
LOL!
Olympic acid-penis scandal meme
I need to say a very sad R.I.P. to @mystificus.bsky.social. She was wickedly funny, ferociously clever, endlessly insightful and entertaining, and a good friend. The world is dimmer for her loss.
Rest well, Cee.
We'll miss you.
The Ashcourt Seekers are working great efforts on your behalf.
Good night, my brother.
So this looks epic...
@catvincent.bsky.social Happy birthday, Cat!
A timely reminder... Not ever my strongest suit, sadly.
Good night, my brother. Love and light.
Some homes hold their ghosts with quiet forbearance. They do not boast of their phantoms nor advertise for psychic researchers to poke and test them. They accommodate both living and dead residents, afford privacy to both sides. Places of gentle spectral tolerance. – #CJosiffe #Ghosts
Good night, my brother. Sleep well and wake.
++HUGS++ 😭
He's a handsome devil for sure.