“The second best bookstore in London” —
@Sotherans
. Telephonic enquiries welcome. Perfectly ordinary human bookseller. Est. 1800. (Also 1644, & 37 AD.)
Someone suggested that I re-share our little cinematic adventures…
My new answer-the-telephone message.
Bookplates for Oliver.
The new book!
Christmas Eve storytime.
Enjoy!
Crowley here. Aziraphale is away this week.
He's not ignoring you, he's just not seeing your messages. He's relying on me to reply, and frankly, if the comments are st.. ridiculous I just haven't bothered. How does he deal with you lot and remain patient and reasonably sane?
This is one of the reasons I asked, very politely, that people talk to me before sharing things outside the twitters. Once again, I have found myself being broadcast on the Tickytok without attribution.
Hi guys.
You all asked the same questions, here's the answers:
Yes I'm okay.
Yes Aziraphale is okay.
No, I won't be selling any books.
No, you can't come over and hang out in the shop.
There's nothing going on that you need to worry about..
It has been brought to my attention that various aspects of my twitterial presence are being used elsewhere without my knowledge. I would prefer that my bookshop logo not be attached to other accounts. For one thing, you didn’t ask me first — which is rude —
A little while ago, I held a draw for my followers to win one of my business cards, as a small consolation for the very limited documentary premiere availability.
The draw has now taken place and the winners are listed below…
@GoodOmensPrime
Well, first, I’d [REDACTED], but then I’d go with him. And then, I’d [REDACTED], which, of course, would make everyone believe I was [REDACTED]. So when I [REDACTED], Crowley would [REDACTED], which sets everything up nicely for the [REDACTED].
And, /finally/, we’d [REDACTED].
Well. I don’t often weigh in on this sort of thing, but after reading this frankly milquetoast piece of Friday-afternoon ‘journalism’, I had to say something.
Oh yes, we’re in love.
Inextricably, unendingly, without apology.
You are not obliged to acknowledge our love, or approve of it, or understand it. Like gravity or hope, or the dark spaces between the universe’s skeleton of pure firmament. You may not see it, but it persists.
As promised… a /very/ rough explanation of the Celestial Hierarchy.
As the description turned out to be longer than could be fitted into a thousand characters, the extra text is added to the second and third images.
Hashytag ‘it’s complicated’.
This shall be the official hugging thread, for embraces, cuddles, cwtches, câlins and other cosy things. No need to ask — if you reply here, you may consider yourself thoroughly hugged. Please don’t be alarmed by all the hands; She made me to give, and many hands make light work!
Good people of Earth, lend us your ears! The Archangel Gabriel has gone missing. You are urged to come forth, call, or text, with any insights on his whereabouts.
I try to be nice to people. I really do. In two hundred years, I’ve only permanently banned one person from my bookshop. (Politely suggesting to people that they should go far away and pursue a rewarding career in botany doesn’t count.)
Today, I am not going to be nice.
Not everything is an omen.
Some things that happen are just… things that happen.
That being said, if the gentleman having a very loud telephone conversation — who has /twice/ held his finger up at me when I tried to explain that I would prefer him to continue his business
So, I watched
#GoodOmens2
. To say it has been living rent free in my brain all week is the mother of all understatements. This show was an absolute gift and I felt the need to do it justice with some Ineffable Husbands fanart.
#RenewGoodOmens
#GoodOmensFanArt
#GoodOmens3
"Let There Be Frames"
The Good Omens Fandom is not only one of the sweetest, but also so ridiculously talented! Please enjoy 546 frames of pure miraculous art, passion, and collaboration put together over the last month by artists around the world!
#LetThereBeFrames
#GoodOmens
With regard to some recent on-the-line nonsense, I have this to say:
Methuselah was, by human standards, exceedingly old when he went to his reward. And he was still only a fraction of the age of the most junior angels. Enthusiasm, curiosity and naïveté do not make one a child.
Say ‘Nighty-night’ and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss…
Hashytag: The one and only Ozzie Nelson
Deepest apologies to those of you to whom I owe business cards. Things have been a little… well, I haven’t been myself lately.
Normal service will be resumed shortly.
There are angels on Regent Street.
(When you see them in the day, the wires are more obvious. The complicated framework supports and restricts them, allowing them to fly, but never to fly away.) Ignoring the unintended metaphor, you’re left with light. Light in the darkness.
You told me what eternity was, and I can't imagine it without you beside me.
So... these are for you. I was going to give you the one of me, and keep the one of you, but I think we're a pair, now, and shouldn't be split up.
Happy New Year, Crowley.
Yesterday they told you you would not go far
That night you open and there you are
Next day on your dressing room they've hung a star
Let's go on with the show!
Sigh… We just… we just really really REALLY need folks to believe they are still in love 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️… Please tell us we aren’t alone in that… even if it’s a lie… 😇❤️😈
#GOS2Spoilers
#GO2Spoilers
The thunder of the fireworks has finally faded. It’s a new year. If you watch the tellyvision, you can follow this phenomenon as it races around the world, chasing the sunset and the ever-changing hour.
A new year. Resolutions. ‘This is the year I’ll make a new start.’
Re: the tweetle below. I have been asked if I’m ‘official’. I’d like to make it clear that I’m not employed by anyone other than the Almighty (though that’s a moot point at present). My only involvement with
@GoodOmensPrime
is to occasionally disparage their tea-making ‘skills’.
I did retweetle this yesterday, but I wanted to thank
@CamilleCailloux
for their beautiful art. It takes pluck to face an angel manifest in their Created form. Please give them lots of support and encouragement for a swift recovery.
and for another, the last thing I need is more advertisement for the bookshop.
I have also seen my diary used on the tickytock. While I appreciate your wish to create something artistic and moving — you also didn’t ask me before you took my words and distributed them elsewhere.
To give this question anything approaching a thorough answer, it may help first to imagine that the universe consists of eleven dimensions, and that these are folded tightly around one another like the petals of a rosebud. That isn’t precisely true, but it’s a nice thought.
@Mr_AZ_Fell
@Catastrfy
mr fell sir, how is it that you hide your wings? are you only able to tend to them when alone?? and what do u do to care for them?
Please, if you enjoy something I’ve said or made and want to share it, /ask/.
I’m quite likely to say yes, and it saves so much trouble later on.
Thank you.
I’ve hidden in Eden, hoping the walls would be enough to keep us safe. But we’ll never be safe.
My apple. My temptation. My heart.
It’s time to leave the garden.
When a romance is clearly and joyfully confirmed by the author of the script and the actors playing the roles, it is not ‘imagined’. It is not even subtext. It is /text/.
(And yes, I’m confirming it too, although goodness knows it shouldn’t be necessary by now.)
I miss the rain. I didn’t like it at the start — the way it trickled and dripped from my hair down my neck and made my robes cling to me. The weight of sodden feathers, before I learned the way of grooming them with fragrant oils. It took time before I understood its gifts.
Time for hot chocolate! I like to make mine with real chocolate rather than cocoa powder. Try it and see what you think…
Ingredients:
- 2oz chocolate — when using my usual mug, I tend to use an ounce of milk and one of dark, both with a substantial quantity of cocoa solids.
A gill of whisky, a dollop of honey. Juice of half an orange and a squeeze of lemon. Top up with hot water and stir with a cinnamon stick.
This is all real. All of this is now.
There are forty-one steps from my desk to the border of my office. Forty-one is an imperfect number.
Purity crusades harm people, stifle art and expression, and seldom do any material good for those they’re purportedly designed to protect. If you’re proud of haranguing artists until they retreat from the world, take your banners of moral rectitude elsewhere. I want none of you.
What shall it profit a man, though he should win the whole world, if he lose his soul? The bookshop. Soho — none of it matters without the one who matters most of all.
Oh Crowley… nothing lasts forever.
As I seem to have attracted the judgement of critics of the actor in question, let me be clear. Not only will I continue to support Mister Sheen, who has shown himself to be a thoughtful and loving human, I will continue to block those who consider my account a tool with which to
I have been having a lovely non-corporeal rest, and I can’t recommend it highly enough. There’s nothing like feeling the stellar wind streaming through one’s firmament.
I am aware that my writing is somewhat convoluted, and I always include any writing in the ‘alternative text’. Unfortunately, those who repurpose my tweetles elsewhere are seldom concerned with accessibility.
I am certainly no expert on all the different ways humanity experiences itself, but I firmly believe that nobody needs to decide exactly who they are in order to know who they want to be with. And that love that defies human labels is, nevertheless, love.
EVERY day.
There will come a Tempest. The sun shall be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven. For Sundays, see Tuesdays.
Some of Crowley (and my) rattie helpers will be attending the documentary previews at:
Vue, Islington
Odeon, Manchester
Look out for them if you plan to be there, as they will have a limited supply of my business cards to give away to attendees who are wearing costumes.
I can understand how disappointing it must be if you’re too far from one of the documentary previews to attend.
So, to my followers in the United Kingdom and Ireland, reply with your location and I will draw a name from each region at random, and send you a little something.
Want to see the ineffable duo on the big screen? Prime Premiere is hosting some early access screenings on July 26th across the UK! So grab some popcorn (or sushi) and your celestial bestie and sign up for tickets to watch the first two episodes here: 👀
@jenanigans1207
That wasn’t a lie! I was very careful. Had She asked me ‘do you still have your sword?’, then I would have been compelled to say ‘no’. But She didn’t, and perhaps there was a reason for that…
The phenomenon of demons (and angels) reacting differently to human medicaments is well known. Laudanum and belladonna intoxicate. Myrrh calms the nerves and eases pain. Arsenic tends to induce a giddy, euphoric mood (remember that dinner with the Borgias,
@SerpensDiabolus
?)