Spoooky Coincidence
B3ta's very own Fraser was once a cycle courier. On one job out to docklands his radio gave out, so he had to find a public phonebox to ring back to base.
He'd just located one when it began to ring. Picking it up, it was (obviously) a wrong number, but Fraser recognised the voice. Turned out it was a mate of his he hadn't seen for ages.
What spoooky* coincidences have you encountered?
* spoooky should always have three o's. 100% fact
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:07)
B3ta's very own Fraser was once a cycle courier. On one job out to docklands his radio gave out, so he had to find a public phonebox to ring back to base.
He'd just located one when it began to ring. Picking it up, it was (obviously) a wrong number, but Fraser recognised the voice. Turned out it was a mate of his he hadn't seen for ages.
What spoooky* coincidences have you encountered?
* spoooky should always have three o's. 100% fact
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:07)
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Spooooky with FOUR "o"'s
I swear all this is true. To the letter. Not a word of exaggeration. I'll apologise now for length.
About ten years ago, when he and I were both about 22, a good friend of mine (we were stoner buddies) contracted cancer of the stomach. I was unemployed at the time and did as much as I could to ensure I helped him out wherever possible.
One stony day round at his he was telling me about his stash box. He had been watching some antiques show and there was some bloke on there talking about Picasso. Apparently Picasso carved a very small number of unusual triangular wooden boxes, which he signed with a particular stick man, one with a hat and a walking stick. These boxes looked almost identical to his stash box, though without the signature. "I'm having some of that" thought my mate, and promptly drew on a little stick man. In the fullness of time, he happened to tell me the story.
So, sadly he lost his fight with the disease. In the following proceedings, it transpired that he had asked his family to ensure I got the box. I still have it and have used it ever since for the same purpose he did.
Fast-forward a few years to Glastonbury 2000. I was there with some friends of mine, in particular one good friend of mine who was my other friend's ex, and had also been very close to him during the illness.
We had been there a few days when she and I found ourselves in the Air field down in the hippy bit of the festival at the south end. We had had a few smokes, and the conversation turned to our late companion.
Pay attention - here comes the spooooky bit. We had been engaged on the subject of him for approximately one minute when a group of people arrived and settled down right in our line of sight about ten yards away. The nearest of these people had a tattoo on his shoulder of THE VERY SAME STICKMAN FROM THE BOX, HAT, WALKING STICK AND ALL. I was so very spooooked by that it was all I could do not to explode, quite frankly.
Previously a 100% scientific thinking sceptic, that single incident completely changed everything I thought I knew. Coincidence? I do not think so. I'd like to see the odds.
I absolutely swear that all the above is 100% true and unembellished. No, seriously, it is. If you're about Bogsie mate, hope you're 'avin a good one...
( , Mon 12 Feb 2007, 17:47, Reply)
I swear all this is true. To the letter. Not a word of exaggeration. I'll apologise now for length.
About ten years ago, when he and I were both about 22, a good friend of mine (we were stoner buddies) contracted cancer of the stomach. I was unemployed at the time and did as much as I could to ensure I helped him out wherever possible.
One stony day round at his he was telling me about his stash box. He had been watching some antiques show and there was some bloke on there talking about Picasso. Apparently Picasso carved a very small number of unusual triangular wooden boxes, which he signed with a particular stick man, one with a hat and a walking stick. These boxes looked almost identical to his stash box, though without the signature. "I'm having some of that" thought my mate, and promptly drew on a little stick man. In the fullness of time, he happened to tell me the story.
So, sadly he lost his fight with the disease. In the following proceedings, it transpired that he had asked his family to ensure I got the box. I still have it and have used it ever since for the same purpose he did.
Fast-forward a few years to Glastonbury 2000. I was there with some friends of mine, in particular one good friend of mine who was my other friend's ex, and had also been very close to him during the illness.
We had been there a few days when she and I found ourselves in the Air field down in the hippy bit of the festival at the south end. We had had a few smokes, and the conversation turned to our late companion.
Pay attention - here comes the spooooky bit. We had been engaged on the subject of him for approximately one minute when a group of people arrived and settled down right in our line of sight about ten yards away. The nearest of these people had a tattoo on his shoulder of THE VERY SAME STICKMAN FROM THE BOX, HAT, WALKING STICK AND ALL. I was so very spooooked by that it was all I could do not to explode, quite frankly.
Previously a 100% scientific thinking sceptic, that single incident completely changed everything I thought I knew. Coincidence? I do not think so. I'd like to see the odds.
I absolutely swear that all the above is 100% true and unembellished. No, seriously, it is. If you're about Bogsie mate, hope you're 'avin a good one...
( , Mon 12 Feb 2007, 17:47, Reply)
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