Strange fiction, weird history. Lost member of the PRB. Marfan syndrome. Will-o’-the-wisp. Victorians, folklore, bad medicine. THE OTHERS OF EDENWELL out now.
I was walking my husky when a great dane saw her and gave an almighty "WOOF!"
The owner, basically at eye-level with the dog: "Julio! I don't want to hear it."
@VProofreader
No joke, I visited my boyfriend's family home and he pointed at the derelict pub behind and said "The chef chopped some guy's hands off here."
@GossamerTearoom
Right! And I couldn't get any more info out of him. He used to work in the building back in the 50s, so God only knows what's in there. They're currently very slowly taking the adjoining house apart so they can demolish it safely.
@NicoleSykes_
I used to live near a pet shop called Grumpy's, named for Grumpy, the resident African grey parrot who would scream "ARSEHOLE!" every single time a customer walked in.
Raising a glass to my chronic illness community, who daily ride through pain and loneliness and humiliation without end, in stark contrast to "Mask hurt nosey, is this fascism?"
@TinyWriterLaura
I don't know about the rest of you, but I received my official telegram delivered by a boy in uniform who dropped dead the moment I opened my door.
@catlilycooks
@bookiesnacksize
He doesn't like to answer direct questions, so you have to sort of lead him and wait to see what he says. But I got nothing! I am watching those workmen like a hawk.
@Scriblit
Fond memories of being told off for my regulation skirt being too short because the company you had to buy them from only made them for short people. Bought an off-brand longer version - not the right brand, go home. Fantastic use of everyone's time.
I'm getting old. I'm watching a horror film about a house with a hidden cellar that wasn't on the deeds, and all I can think is how much value that would add.
My 90-year-old neighbour who has lived in the same house his whole life was telling me about the cunning woman who lived up the street during WW2 and liked to be paid in eggs.
@AmeliaMangan
@BizarreVictoria
Oh God. Of battle, he said "There were pieces of people flying past my nose and I thought, 'this is perfectly awful but not as bad as being at school'."
@Dai_Doniol
So, annoyingly, this street is not on any known plague pits, because I checked when we moved in and was kind of miffed about it. But! That end of the street borders on the old Tudor cemetery which was paved over, so it could be dead Tudors.
@Lillylatelee
@JohannesTEvans
When I worked in a shop, a very elderly lady came in to buy a saucepan. With the pan sitting on the checkout, she reached into her handbag and produced a slab of gammon, dropped it into the pan with a thud, and cried "Wehay!" Made my day.
This is your annual reminder that if you witness anyone being rude to a retail worker this weekend, it is your civic duty to ram a parsnip up their nose and buy the retail worker a coffee.
@AriaAber
Oddly, my neighbour invented these. He's 95, Italian, wears a full formal suit every day, and loves to tell the story of him pitching the idea to Mister Ferrero back in the 60s(?). He would absolutely want me to tell Twitter.
@MooseAllain
Oh, and my boyfriend was cooking sausages for dinner once, I asked how long it would be, and he said, "Not long. I'm just browning the... the... [thinks very hard for the word]...slender meats."
Our Flag Means Death: It was supposed to be kind. Or: why, if you're going to yank the rug, you have to stick the landing. To mix upholstery and aviation metaphors.
"BACHELOR (Wilts) thirties, educated, jolly, lost all chums in war, wants meet few other lonely fellows, 25-35. All welcome. Please write. (595.B)"
[March 1921]
As a dyscalculaic child I was completely abandoned to fail maths, so I looked up the marking criteria and it turned out you got points for workings out, even if they were wrong. So I spent my exams making up complicated looking workings out, all wildly wrong, and passed.
During one of the outbreaks of plague, my ancestor swam through the Naval blockade of the Isle of Wight so he could go and see his girlfriend. He infected the entire island and had the temerity to survive. So. Don't do that.
The second I'm expected to write an 'about the author' page, I turn into a formless wraith drifting across the fens, nameless and thoughtless, witnessed by none but the marsh eels.
@Nicole_Cliffe
My old Jack Russell hijacked a van. He leapt out of the living room window, though the open window of the postman's parked van, then stood on the driver's seat barking while the postman - returning to his vehicle - tried and failed to open the door and regain control.
I am proud to be launching a national campaign to have a portrait installed in every British attic, grower ever more putrid and hideous as our deviant acts increase in depravity, year after profligate year.
As we face delays in “elective” surgeries to free up hospital space, a reminder that many these surgeries are better referred to as “medically necessary, time sensitive.”
@hansmollman
@EwaSR
@greg_jenner
There's an anecdote from a soldier who spent time working closely with Wilfred Owen in the trenches, and they had a running joke when there was a bombardment where they'd scream at each other over the noise: "Apparently there's a war on!" "A what?" "A WAR."
A greyhound got loose and was tearing down the street with his owner in hot pursuit, and as the dog passed some builders, one of them yelled out in a comedy French accent: "Ahaha, ai am free! Ai can leev mah laif as ai plis!"
I was trying to explain my deathly fear of cockchafer beetles - aka the devil's own ladybugs, aka satan's sticky soldiers - but the image search results aren't really helping.
I just said good morning to the two priests coming out of the local church and they simultaneously went "It's afternoon." I think I've done some Sloth.
@HelenVMurray
@thinwhitejew
I had the same reaction. Random kicking and punching just because you have the temerity to walk past. I lost count how many times this happened to me or people I knew.
To this day, Jonathan Miller's Oh Whistle and I'll Come To You is one of the most frightening films I've seen. Simple effects, simple sound, absolutely riveting.
Hello, new followers who enjoy spooks. I edit a magazine of scary stories, which are fiction, unlike... whatever's happening on my street. Check it out!
No, but multiple teachers tried to stop me reading above my age band, calling my parents in because I was 'pretending' to read adult books. Joke's on them: geeks shall inherit the earth.
Did your parents monitor/police your reading? And if so, at what age did it stop? I certainly didn’t get any input from when I started choosing/buying my own books, maybe age 10 or 11, and I can’t remember ever being told “not that” when I wanted a book from a shop or library.
'Les Lupins' by Maurice Sand, 1858. This picture obsessed me as a child, absolutely terrified me. Whenever I come across it now, I still get that frisson.
Connective tissue disorders can be so comedic. I partially dislocated my shoulder yesterday playing - no, not tennis, no, not cricket, no, not rock climbing - Age of Empires III on desktop.
I've never known a dog to talk like Brando does. Every morning he greets me with "AWOO! A-grumgrumgrumgrum brum brum brum brrrrrrrrrrrrr." It's like living with a Brian Froud creature.
Happy third birthday to my upgraded heart! It's three years to the day that my surgeon at
@RoyalPapworth
gave me a synthetic aortic root and replaced one of my coronary arteries with one from my thigh.
My sternum scar is barely visible now, but I love it.
This painting is an imaginary reconstruction of an event that occurred in 1773 - with a teenage Midshipman Nelson.
He attempted to shoot a polar bear but his musket misfired. So he took it on with the butt of his gun.
Fortunately a gap opened in the ice, so both survived.
I have news!
My folk horror novel, The Others of Edenwell, will be published by
@TitanBooks
next July. Talk about a dream come true. I can’t wait to take you to 1917 and introduce you to Freddie, Eustace and Drummerboy.
February is Marfan syndrome awareness month, so here I am, doing my annual bit. If you know the signs, you're much less likely to, well, die of it, so if one person is reached by my ramblings, it's worth doing.
The first self-portrait photograph was taken in October 1839 by Robert Cornelius.
It's also the first ever photo of a person's face...
#WorldPhotographyDay
💀COVER REVEAL! My historical horror novel, The Others of Edenwell, is out on the 4th of July 2023. Look at the beautiful cover
@TitanBooks
have given it. Pre-order, but do not, under any circumstances, venture into Choke Wood...
I LIVED.
Officially rehabilitated into polite society! Compare & contrast: today, fresh from the gym, and back in April, unable to get out of bed without the assistance of a rugby playing nurse. I still have many months of healing ahead of me, but I feel great.