Over the course of the next ten days I may occasionally post glimpses of things in Aziraphale’s bookshop. Like, for example, his computer. #goodomens
In Aziraphale’s bookshop. There’s a little area of Books by one of his favourite authors, and a hat that one of the customers left behind and will be back for one day… #goodomens #terrypratchett
After the storm. When neither the Apocalyptic smoke nor the rainbow are special effects. #goodomens
A police car, in a storm outside London. Soon it will begin to rain fish… #goodomens
It’s 7am on a Tuesday morning and we are lining up for breakfast in the dark. Soon we will all be on an airfield making #goodomens
Strictly speaking, Shadwell didn’t run the WA either. According
to Shadwell’s pay ledgers it was run by Witchfinder General Smith.
Under him were Witchfinder Colonels Green and Jones, and Witchfinder Majors Jackson, Robinson, and Smith (no relation). Then there were Witchfinder Majors Saucepan, Tin, Milk, and Cupboard,
because Shadwell’s limited imagination had been beginning to struggle at this point. And Witchfinder Captains Smith, Smith, Smith, and Smythe and Ditto. And five hundred Witchfinder Privates and Corporals and Sergeants. Many of them were called Smith, but this
didn’t matter because neither Crowley nor Aziraphale had ever bothered to read that far. They simply handed over the pay.
#GoodOmens
He painted it on the back of the car himself. It was the set up for a joke that nobody ever asked him to explain. #goodomens
Yesterday it was obscenely cold. Today I put on layers upon layers. It’s a beautiful warm day. I own myself defeated by the weather. #GoodOmens
We are shooting in Madame Tracy’s place right now. Yesterday we shot a seance on a wet afternoon. Today Mr Shadwell will take a nap on this bed, in the least erotic den of iniquity in the world. #GoodOmens