Gosh. I think—think—desperately annoyingly druggie upstairs neighbours may have taken the hint and quietened down for the evening.
everycolorbot 0xf1f3ab pic.twitter.com/kesssMnBym
Andrew, proprietor of Bernard Hunter of North Street, preparing the shop for tomorrow’s closing-down party. #Bristol pic.twitter.com/ep205VAYlj
@hackery Given that they feel to me very much like Woolies and BHS, I think any more than £20 WHS vouchers could probably buy the chain!
@jukesie You, me and @t_pk need to get together to discuss plotting the perfect alibi for something! ;)
Heading home. In instalments. pic.twitter.com/K4NFyv4E8F
_pigeons_ .@gothick has made some new friends pic.twitter.com/Mp02Zdu5ds
@Bristolvor Oh! *belated wave*
The @_pigeons_ blending in perfectly with her natural habitat. pic.twitter.com/To4aIZ9rU4
2:44am. For us Brits, nighttime Twitter is occasional other insomniacs in a wall of Americans giving Trump the side-eye.
@Polackio Yeah. Great rhythm. It’s there in the words but it wasn’t anything like so apparent until I heard it.