Spoooky iPods
iPods are possessed with a psychic intelligence. My mate and I are convinced of this. For example, I was driving to work one day, when a ned (in a Nissan Almera of all things) decided to do a kamikaze overtaking move past me and the 10 or so cars in front, despite coming to a blind summit. The song on the iPod, which was on random play, changed just then. What came on? 59th Street Bridge Song by Simon & Garfunkel. First line: "Slow down, you move too fast".

But worse than that was when my mate and I were driving in his car, listening to his iPod on random play. Just as we arrived at our destination, Lockerbie, a new song started.

Any guesses?

John Denver anyone?

Leaving on a Jet Plane.

I kid you not.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 10:54, Reply)

Just a coincidence?
I once went to Ipswich to run a conference. While I had an afternoon to kill before I could pack up my equipment and go home I went for a walk and discovered (unsuprisingly) that Ipswich is really dull.

So dull in fact I mentally remarked to myself, due to the lack of company to remark to and a reluctance to walk down the street talking to myself, that probably the only interesting thing to do in Ipswich was shag the prossies and get in trouble...

As such I was not surprised by the recent murdering spree of the Ipswich ladies of the night, I did however feel remorse for the men of Ipswich who may now have even less to do on the weekend...

Coincidence? Or just pointless ramblings of a Monday morning office worker?
...yeah probably.
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 10:46, Reply)

Cousins
I went to a university open weekend (it was in the middle of Wales) with a friend from my sixth form college (in Surrey).

In the bar, we got chatting to a good-looking young boy. When we asked where he was from, he told us a small village in Wales. My friend said 'Do you know Mr and Mrs Whoever', and he replied 'Yeah, they're my parents!'

Turned out they were cousins. Didn't stop them shagging each other though.
(Pachey, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 10:40, Reply)

Goddam plane holidays...
While studying for a doctorate in Bangor I had a mate called Matt who I used to socialise with. He had a friend called Lindsay, who had a party where she invited her friends from Swansea, Huw and Sara. We all got on fine and after moving down south a year later found myself a good friend of Huw and Sara. A couple more years later, we organised a winter holiday and Sara's brother Dave invited some friends, Phil and Lisa from Bury, who he had made on a previous holiday. We also became good friends and had many other happy holidays.

Now wind back the clock 15 years to me at school in Derbyshire. Completely different location and set of friends. I used to sit next to a guy called Chris in Technical Drawing. That's as much of a link as I have with Chris, as I had lost touch with all of my school friends many years ago.

Clock winds forwards to roughly the present: Waiting at Manchester airport to board a plane to Canada for another winter holiday. Some guy I didn't recognise comes up to me and announces he knows me. Turns out it is Chris from Technical Drawing. We chat for 10 minutes about old times and that he's going on the same plane to the same place on holiday as me and my bunch of friends. Well, that's not such a coincidence in the grand scheme of things. Until... He turn's around, looks at me and also announces he knows Phil and Lisa - as he was on a safari (Fwah, Fwah, and then daddy shot it...) holiday with them the previous year!

Now that's spooky. My long forgotten mate Chris of 15 years ago was on holiday with my mates Phil & Lisa who are friends Dave, brother of Sara who was best friend with Lindsay at Exeter University who later went to Bangor where she knew my mate Matt who I used to socialise with. That link spans Derbyshire, Exeter, Bangor, Canada, Manchester, Swansea, some none uni mates, some uni mates and finally Africa. Apologies, that sure is some length.

Aren't I the holidaying social butterfly? As if that wasn't enough. We get off the plane in Canada and some other guy I didn't recognise comes up to me and says, "you're Mary's brother aren't you?", (which I was), kicking off some other chain of effing coincidences. That was the final straw.

I didn't fancy getting on no Goddam plane to fly back because the odds of being hijacked seemed a dead cert compared with what had just happened.
(JuanTheMan "hair-color:#FF6600", Mon 12 Feb 2007, 10:34, Reply)

Message from the skies.
Let's call this place - the middle of nowhere - because that's pretty much where it was. And it was in Wales. Some friends and I had gone on a mountain bike ride in the hills just north of Swansea. After huffing and a lot of puffing we found ourselves on a desolate but beautiful high moor where all you could see for miles around was more moor. Literally, you couldn't see a single soul, road, aeroplane, etc, just a lot of moorland, clouds and blue sky.

Thirsty, we stopped for a drink and a rest to catch our breath. As we were chatting we noticed something metallic approaching us in the sky. Nothing unusual though, just one of those silver mylar helium balloons you get at parties. However, rather than going up - as is normal, it appeared to be making a steady trajectory down towards us. Not only towards us but, considering it was a bit windy and we were miles away from any place and this balloon, had it been more than 100m away would have passed us right by, "decided" to land virtually at our feet - just 30ft away. Now that's targeting precision American pilots would be proud of! Think - middle of nowhere, we could have chosen anywhere to stop. Spooky enough that we'd even seen the balloon, let alone it almost hit us.

Running over to the landed balloon I brought it back and on it in big blue fancy writing it said "Baby's Christening". Nothing unusual there; some kid had probably set it free at a distant church service. Not being one to litter the place, we liberated the remaining helium, (through our voiceboxes - as you do), packed it away and continued on our way.

As we were all quite unfit we stopped 25 minutes further up the hill for more water, and I'd thought I'd heard my phone beeping at me through my rucksack. Digging it out, the phone had been beeping for a full 25 minutes and on it was a message from one of our friends. "We've just had a baby!". Feck! That balloon had already told us, just minutes before the message was sent!

Middle of nowhere. Balloon. Message. Birth. Still sends a shiver down me when I try to work out the odds of that happening.

(Oh, there was one small inconsistency: the balloon was blue and the baby was a girl. Come on God - you could at least get the colour right).
(JuanTheMan "hair-color:#FF6600", Mon 12 Feb 2007, 9:44, Reply)

How spoooky is this?


Yesterday afternoon, feet up watching le rugby. All was going well until the final couple of minutes - Merde!!! Irlande went ahead by one point with just one or two minutes to go.

By this time I was stood up with beer spilling from my glass as I shouted at the screen: - Come on you stupid batards! Get a try or I will ram the damn ball up your collective ass-holes and kick you over the posts!! (maybe sounds better in French).

I think you know what happened next. Heh heh!

Le coq est tres sportif ce matin!!

EZ
(E-mail Zola Son of Che, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 9:42, Reply)

Morrisey's work is full of predictions
about the death of Princess Diana.

Although only if you're mad.

www.dianamystery.com
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 9:32, Reply)

Old and true
My newly married Grandad was conscripted into the army in 1940, and at his training unit in Kent was given the pleasant job of digging the latrines. During the dig he managed to lose his wedding ring. Cursing slightly, he fought all over the world, returning in 1946 to be demobbed from the same garrison in Kent. First job was digging more bogs… and his first shovel full of dirt turned up his wedding ring. True.
(bastardboy loves his mummeh, but hoo is daddeh?, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 9:22, Reply)

100% true
I was sitting alone in a bar, as I often do, when I spied a girl of quite striking beauty. In fact, I seemed to recognise her from somewhere and approached her. Up close, she was even more of a stunner. It took superhuman willpower not to thrust my tongue immediately into her fulsome cleavage.

"Hello," said I. "If I can tell you five things about yourself that no stranger could possibly know, will you have sexual intercourse with me?"

She loked at me with a quizzical smile, perceiving me to be a drunk chancer. Since she was also slightly drunk and possessed of a healthy sense of humour, she agreed. After all, I couldn't possibly deliver on my claim, could I?

"Your name is Karen ------," I began.
"That's amazing. Do I know you?"
"No, but I know you went to ------- Secondary School."
"Er, how do you know that?"
"You enjoy horse-riding. How is Blackie, your mare?"
"Shit, this is spoooky."
"And you lived in London for a year. PR is a terrible job isn't it?"
"How ...?"
"And finally, you like to have sex standing up."

She blushed deeply and crossed her long legs. She was lost for words. I took her smooth hand and led her to the ladies', where I removed her lacy g-string with delicate hands. She placed her hands on the cistern and I sunk my raging boner to the hilt in her hot, lush parts. We came simultaneously, my weapon lodged deeply in the tight grasp of her spasming love muscles.

Later, as we lay sodden with juices in my flat, she asked me how I had known so much about her. Simple: as head of HR for a company she'd sent her CV to, I'd been attracted by her picture and remembered a few of her details.

"But what about the sex standing up part?"
"That was a guess."
"Actually, you were wrong about that. I prefer doggy."

And she really did.
(frankspencer, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 9:20, Reply)

Biggest Coincidence Ever
Went to uni last year and found that a cousin of mine was living in the room opposite. Noone knew about us sharing the same uni or anything since both sides of the family dont often get to talk to eachother. The chance...
over 300 unis, my uni has 4 different types of residence, of which there were seven of the type i was staying in. To make it more phenomenal, each hall holds 36 people! Not too sure on the maths but thats small odds.
(mookiepookie 1 third of a spoon, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 9:13, Reply)

I had a premonition...
...that after an end-of-all-things-Us discussion with my BF early last week and his conspicuous absence through the rest of the week, he would turn up with a van whilst I was at work on Friday and move his stuff out of my flat, which he had shared with me for the best part of a year.

So convinced was I of this that I arranged to work from home on Friday, and he did indeed turn up... with a van. It gave us a chance to talk, and I ended up helping him load his stuff. He gave me his keys, we hugged, said goodbye and how sorry we were that it didn't work out, one or two tears were shed and then off he went. So that's that then.

Not so much SpoOOoky as an educated guess coming up trumps really, and a little saddening as events go. We managed to sort things out amicably in the end though, which is something. Even gave him a couple of my xbox games :)
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 8:48, Reply)

Ominous truck
Riding down the highway several years ago (I was a passenger), I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a large black truck driving behind us.

"That truck looks ominous", I said.

About a minute later, as I watched, one of its rear tires had a catastrophic blowout, literally throwing chunks of tread across the road.
(+3 Baroque Vambrace of Icthyology, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 4:05, Reply)

Sharm El Sheikh
In the summer of 2005 some twats decided to bomb Sharm El Sheikh in Egypt where I was on the last day of my holiday. While we waited for the dust to settle I turned on my minidisk. The first random song to appear was "This Fire" by Franz Ferdinand featuring such lyrics as "This fire is out of control we're gonna burn this city"

Rubbish I know.

Also, I dont believe in spooky coincidences. Just coincidences.
(vibrating tuna, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 0:08, Reply)

I had a dream
I once dreamt that I was involved in the biggest threesome orgy session ever. The next night I woke up with Michelle McManus and Barry White.
(Fatima Whitbread's hardon drugs and the causes of drugs, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 23:48, Reply)

Beyond the grave?
I was about 10 or 11. One of my (then) friends had an uncle who'd recently died at 7:30 in the morning.
Her father, his brother, had borrowed the car to get to work that day.
At exactly 7:30, the car broke down.
(Fnooklemop, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 23:45, Reply)

When I was a skint student
I dreamed I'd found 200 quid under the mattress, and was seriously pissed off when I woke up and realised it wasn't real. But when I checked my bank balance that day, there was around 200 quid more in there than I'd budgeted for. Turned out the university had just reimbursed me for my travel expenses to and from my work placement, which I'd put in for months earlier and forgotten about.

Then again, how many times do you dream something and it doesn't come true the next day? Zillions of times, I bet. Am I right? Wow! Spoooky!
(lolwhites, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 23:27, Reply)

When I was an aspiring actor...
... me and my bestest friend (also and actor) both got fired from our respectve day jobs on the same day. How spooky is that? And the story continues:

We decided to go west and seek our fortunes, but due to a case of mistaken identity ended up in prison.

It's OK though, we managed to escape while taking part in a rodeo.
(tree hugger putting the "semen" in "basement"..., Sun 11 Feb 2007, 23:16, Reply)

Tissues?
Me and my internet girlfriend were just wanking at the exact same time watching web porn.

If thats not a coincidence I dunno what is.
(The_Greyhound wrote www.luckymcdanger.blog.co.uk on, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 22:31, Reply)

For April 20
Let's not forget myself and cartoonist Evan Dorkin (same date 4/20/65), two cartoonists. As Dorkin says of sharing Hitler's B-day, "two failed Jew artists" (Hitler was part Jewish). I am not Jewish, so the coincidence ends there.
(ChiTown Guy Dating when 35+: sane, single, attractive - pick 2, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 22:04, Reply)

Spooky Schooldays
My old man is in the Army, and due to constant moving around as a kid, I went to shit loads of different schools, including a couple in Germany. I got pretty sick of this, and after a while I elected to go to boarding school, of which I attended 2.

Was chatting to a mate at school one day and we got onto the subject of crazy teachers, after both describing one in particular we realised we'd been in the same class at a school in Germany. Spoooky... but thats not all

The school we were at produced a tea towel each year with tiny self portraits of each pupil on them. My nan likes to keep these, so the next time I was there I thought I'd have a look for my mate. His little self portrait was right next to mine!

Spooooky with 4 o's
(gingerchris I'm trying..., Sun 11 Feb 2007, 20:54, Reply)

I have a brother called Ivor, and some years ago I was bombarded with Ivor-related coincidences.
The best were -

- when my kitchen burned down and the ceiling fell in, displaying the word 'IVOR' repeatedly on the bits hanging down. It was the name of the make of plasterboard - IVORY - but with the last letter missing.

- when I got on a bus home form the next town, which I only did about once a year, and Ivor got on at the next stop, having hitched a couple of hundred miles up from Devon.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 20:28, Reply)

Of all the threads in all the forums....!
After reading a few spoooky tales on here I flicked over to a cycling website to see what issues were currently under discussion and as spoooky coincidence would have it the first thread I picked out from 1 of 564 in one forum of the twelve separate forums available was this, it's title: "I met someone..." and runs as follows:

"I haven't seen since we worked together, 9 years ago. It was in a supermarket.

She spotted me from a whole aisle length away, and called out my name. I was introduced to her husband, her 2 kids and...(and here comes the freaky bit)...she asked after my 2 children by name. My children are 7 and 4 Now I accept that she could still be in touch with a third party from my old job, but I didn't even recognise her, I only picked up on her name when her husband said it and the last place I remember her living was London, we met in Somerset!!!"

How spoooky is that. Of all the threads I could choose from on website about cycling the first one I chose for no obvious reason was about a spoooky coincidence!
(rambleon, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 17:18, Reply)

Well
It's said that I'm a little "out there" and prone to "nut-zo" tendencies.

Just like Hitler, Muhammed, Napoleon to name but a few.

Saying that I've yet to become a dictator, found a religion and attempt to take over the world.

Spoooky.

Or shit.
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 15:06, Reply)

spoooky storm phonecall
My mum has a friend (who has been friend of the family for a long time, earning her the name 'Auntie' even tho she is no relation) who we shall call Auntie Pat (for that is her name).
Now Pat (patricia) lived far away for a few years and one night the area she was in, which was a bit remote, had some very bad storms. Having a psycic moment my mum decided to call her to find out if she was ok.
Turned out her house had been hit by a large fallen tree, she was trapped in the house with no electric and unable to make any calls on her phone, needless to say she was very glad my mum had called. Of course my mum then informed the emergency services and such and called her back - to find the line dead at her end and she was unable to get through again that night. Pat phoned in the morning after being dug out of her house (which was a total write off) to thank my mother for her help, spookily she told her that the phone line had been ripped down when the tree hit and it was virtually impossible that she could have made the call. Anyone else who tried to call her that night, both before and after my mothers phonecall, was unable to get through...........

Now if that isnt a bit spoooky, i dunno what is

Cats xxx /going back to lurking now........
( catswhiskers the cats mother, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 14:54, Reply)

spoookyish
james_tiger_woods, You and i have the same birthday.
as well as hitler, Carmen electra and Luther Vandross
(Funkwomble XBL and PSN DangerBoy73, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 14:43, Reply)

Canadian plumber dad.
On my way to Canada to meet Jon *******. Jon lives in St Catharines, but his parents are up in Muskoka. The area up there is very pretty, and there are many holiday cottages up there, and Jon's dad, a plumber, finds most of his work servicing them.

So I'm standing in the customs queue at Toronto, along with several hundred others. I start chatting with the couple standing in front of me. They're Canadian, on the way back from a holiday. It was a typical queue conversation; how long this is taking, yeah I know, so have you just been on holiday? etc.

They reveal they're on their way back home, then heading to their cottage...

...in Muskoka.

Oh, thinks I, that's quite a co-incidence. I wonder if...

"I don't suppose you know the name of your plumber up there?"

"Sure, it's Mr *******."

Six degrees of seperation. Proof.
(Musuko, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 14:23, Reply)

Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia
I'm a member of a flickr group called name that film. people send in film stills and the group has to name them.

I bought a film called 'the day of the beast'. The film is a spanish horror about the birth of the anti-christ, and how a priest must locate the pregnant mother of the anti-christ and kill her or the child when it is born.

The first thing that happens when you put the DVD in the drive is the number '666' comes up on the screen. Anyway, I took an image from the film, and posted it to the group.

spooky thing is, is that it was the 666th picture to be posted to the group.

shortly after my partner had a miscarriage. I KNOW there's no connection, but considering the weird coincidence on the number thing, and the fact the film was about the death of an unborn child, it makes me shudder.

bit of a depressing story for a sunday. or any day. sorry.
(crumbs, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 13:49, Reply)

Well it freaked me out.......
When I first met Mrs Daveymac at the bar where she and a mutual friend worked I could tell she wasn't a scouser - turns out I was right (don't worry it get's a bit more spooky than this) - she was a genuine canadian. A few weeks in to our relationship we get into a taxi and the driver is being chatty and talking football and the like and then the missus pipes up in her best canadian "I don't like soccer, eh?".
"Where in Canada you from love?" says the driver (which mightily impresses me - I just thought she was american at first!).
"Vancouver"
"I know it well, where in Vancouver?"
"The island"
"Where on the island"
"Nanaimo"
"My brothers living in Qualicum (closest other place to Nanaimo)"
So we thought nothing more of it for a while. A few months later and the mother-in-law comes over for a visit and we are showing her all the tourist stuff. We get in a taxi to go home and who should be the driver but the dude with the bro who lives in Qualicum, so the mother-in-law and the driver get chatting.
"House prices are dirt cheap in Canada compared to here aren't they" says the taxi driver
"Yeah in my job I deal with all stuff to do with houses" says the M-I-L (this isn't verbatum by the way, I really don't understand what the M-I-L does)
"So does my bro!!"
"What is his name?"
"Brother of a taxi driver"
"I was just in a meeting with brother of a taxi driver the day before I came here. I deal with him quite regularly and socialise with him on occassion - usually when business dictates" (again not verbatum but that is what was implied in the actual 20 minute conversation)

So there we go - my wife's mum knows a guy whose brother drives a taxi in his home town for a company which her daughter living in said same city uses sometimes.

Spooooooooky.

Apologies for length but there was nearly 5000 miles to cover.
(daveymac99, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 11:25, Reply)

stolen
I had a friend who had a 'thing' for black women.

Not so strange, but so did his father. And his uncles - not just his father's brothers, but also his mother's brothers.

Come to think of it, most of the men I knew in Nigeria did.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 11:13, Reply)