I called
Kevin Pietersen's reverse sweep for six off Muralitharan*.

We were watching it live in the Sky room (sorry, JCR) at Bridges Hall, Reading Uni. And I said (thinking that since KP had about 136, he should do something hilariously daring), "It's about time he played a reverse sweep for six. It's been done before."

Very next ball, that's exactly what he did. Everyone present** was spoooked out!

* For you cultureless Yanks, I'm talking about test cricket. A five day game that the English, not being an innately spiritual people, invented to have some concept of eternity.

** I can think of three or four people off the top of my head who witnessed my incredible vision of the future.
(Stu Moo winner of five nobble piece prizes, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 19:24, Reply)

Travel lodges
I’ve just been reminded of another spooky coincidence…

A couple of years back I was going off to an agricultural show (yes, I do live an exciting and cosmopolitan life), it was up-country (as we in the rural south like to say), so stayed en route in a Travel Lodge. Nothing strange about that.

Well first of all, got given the room ‘key’ – a credit card thingy, went up to the room, unlocked the door only to find a half naked man watching television…..Erm…..

So, returned to front desk, got new room number, etc. etc.

Later on after pub, food, etc. went to bed and just as I’m about to go to sleep I start thinking to myself…wouldn’t it be awful if the fire alarm went off during the night.

Yes, it did. At 3am. And no, no one bothered evacuating, just looked out the window, couldn’t see any flames, so went back to bed.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 19:05, Reply)

my uncle has tourettes
and amazingly, he's a fuckin shit cunt arsehole.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 18:59, Reply)

ARGH!
I assumed this was gonna be one of those weeks where I wouldn't have anything to post and henceforth read apeloverage + frankspencer for a giggle then the inevtiable 3/4 pages of flaming.

BUT THEN IT HAPPENED.

I was reading Questionable Content, coz it makes me wee in a good way, and had just got up to the part of the storyline where the VespAvenger's scooter transformed into a machine of death, when at the beginning of the storyboard, my iTunes elected to play 'Jacques Your Body' by Les Rhythmes Digitales (the music from that Citroen advert for those who don't know).

And I just thought... wow.

Yays.
(I R Tomsk pyromaniacs will only inflame the situation, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 18:53, Reply)

I was..
..Following a woman after the pub had shut last night when she decided to take a short cut through the local park. Her phone rang. I overheard her say 'Yeah I'm just in the park, yeah I could be raped ANY minute, haha!'

Which was really weird right cos..
(The_Greyhound wrote www.luckymcdanger.blog.co.uk on, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 18:37, Reply)

The day before Diana's death....
...I was planning to purchase a CD single that was out at the time - namely "Tubthumping" by Chumbawamba. However, for some then-unknown gut-feeling reason I didn't.
Upon discovering her death (not personally I hasten to add), I believe that my non-purchase was done intuitively in respect for our "queen of hearts".
Of course, I may have just ran out of cash - I can't remember.
(If you don't know the song, and can't guess the reason, then google the lyrics and sing the chorus).
Spoooky? Perhaps. Tenuous? With knobs on.
( jonbontempi, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 18:00, Reply)

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...
(keeferreefer, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 17:47, Reply)

another penny
My great great great great grandfather used a coin to pay for a prostitute. As an engraver, he had engraved his name around the rim. Imagine my surprise when I was given the same coin as change more than two hundred years later.

"This isn't legal tender!" I shrieked. "Police!"
(frankspencer, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 17:20, Reply)

Good Penny
Once I drew a smiley face on a one pence coin with some of my girlfriends nail varnish. I used the penny to buy something about two years later I was handed it back in some change!
No Shit!!
Spooooky!
(Groop Water Flea = Daphnia, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 17:12, Reply)

NEVER

(abignumber, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 17:01, Reply)

Co-habiting singing superstars of a by-gone era namesakes
As an undergraduate I was good friends with a bloke called Tom Jones. In the first year he lived in a hall of residence and who should have the room opposite him but...

Barry White.

Not so much a coincidence really, more the accommodation services having a bit of a laugh.

Which is strange really, because whenever I have had to deal with them they've been a bunch of humourless cunts.
(Asbo Enthusiast, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 16:55, Reply)

Flibbley
When I first met Flibbley, I became aware that he could actually see into my head. Some sort of trap door thing. Also I could see into his. We finish each others sentences and very frequently start saying the same thing at the same time, singing the same tune or thinking of the same poem/lyric/comedy moment/whatever.

Whilst this used to seem bizarre to us, it is now totally normal. Well as normal as Flibbley and I could ever be. People around us have noticed this strange phenomenon and have it has been said to me personally we are like the same person but in two different bodies (O lordy how different)
I bet he knew I was going to post this...
(Siouxfan I'm not staring at you, I am just short sighted, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 16:33, Reply)

in a moment
Siouxfan will post a message ..
(flibbley lame balloon man far and wee, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 16:33, Reply)

Another premonition
A few years ago I walked into my mum's room while she was talking to an old family friend on the phone. I asked who it was and when told, thought "He won't phone next week" (like he usually did). I was right, he died a few days after. It's some comfort that I responded to this by telling mum to send my love before she put the phone down, which she did. I wish I had spoken to him one last time though.
(sailorspoon started wiping his own arse from, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 16:26, Reply)

Star Trek: Generations
For those of you who haven't seen it (or at least claim not to) there is a scene in the above fillum where Kirk is cooking breakfast in a log cabin in his own version of heaven. The log cabin is somewhere he used to live many years previously, but all of a sudden he has found himself there again, and everything is exactly as it used to be.

All of a sudden, the clock on his wall chimes, and his attention is drawn to it. "The clock!" he says.

The spoooky coincidence part? At the exact same instant the clock chimed in the movie as I watched it on video for the first time, our own clock chimed as well. You could blame that on good timing, but the thing is, it shouldn't have chimed - the hour hadn't just turned, it wasn't half past, or anything like that... it just chimed of its own accord.

Length? 118 mins, and not as bad as some people say, but with a particularly poor death scene.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 15:53, Reply)

Blooody great (and spoooky) explosion
Some of you might know that I'm a journalist. I was sent to Paris to cover the launch of the first of the ESA's Ariane 5 rockets several years ago.

As we sat in a great big room, watching huge screens of the impending launch being beamed back from Kourou, I said, in a very loud and not entirely subtle voice: "It's going to explode, you know". This did not go down well with the assembled ESA officials whose entire careers rested on the monster making it off the launch pad.

Two minutes later: Whoops.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 15:47, Reply)

Say Cheese...
Went on holiday with a mate (see “They thought I was a sex offender” story) to a small resort in Corfu. One night in a bar got chatting to a nice couple who’d just arrived there. Turns out they’d been in Falaraki the week before and had moved up to this resort for a bit of peace and quiet. The girl had some photos of their first week on her digital camera and offered to show them to us. Now normally I’d rather barbeque a puppy than look at other people’s holiday snaps, but there really was bugger all to do in this resort, so I agreed to have a flick through. They of the school of photography of “And here’s me and Darren at the market. And here we are at the beach. This one’s just me on my own, Darren took it you see…” and so on, ad nauseum. The photos then changed to pictures of someone’s wedding.
“Oh, you don’t want to see those, they’re my friend Ann’s wedding last July, says the girl.
Except I *do* want to see them as I’d just spotted something in the background of one of the shots of the happy couple.

Me.

Yup, I’d been at the same wedding the year before and had managed to get into about 10 of the photos on this girl’s camera.

Well, I couldn’t have pictures of me turning up on random people’s cameras like that, so I killed her. Then ate her. (*)


(*) May be a lie added to spice up what is actually a really fucking dull (but otherwise true) story.
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 14:10, Reply)

Today spooooky ....
Recently moved back to the village I grew up in, being a bit of a lardy type I was out for my usual lardy run, ran past my mums house where I spent many a long day practising stalking and crank telephone calls, running up the hill I spotted the fruit and veg man who I have not seen for 20 odd years, talking away to a farmer or somehting he was....in fact as I passed he was talking about my brother..he didn't recognise me otherwise he'd have said "Hello polar69, I was just talking about your brother".........spooooky
(polar69, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 13:28, Reply)

Sod's law
I was having a terrible day last week, my car had broke down, my girlfriend had left me and my hair was frizzy, but not in a cool afro way.
I sighed appathetically

"Well, today can't get any worse"

Two seconds later, a piano fell on my head. And it was covered in spikes filled with AIDS.

Spoooky. And quite messy too.
(tarbin tarbis, tarbit, tarbamus, tarbimus, tarbant, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 13:10, Reply)

Spastic Trainers
I have a best mate and I've known him years. Our lives mirror each others in a eerie way and this such coincidence happened when we both found ourselves unemployed in the sprawling metropolis of Luton. During this time I thought I'd buy myself a new spanking, shiny pair of Nike trainers obviously to blend in with the other indeginous chavsters of Luton. I don't know about you but a new pair of trainers stick out like a sore thumb, they're whiter than white and generally I feel like a plum until I've muddied them up a bit.

I arranged to see the new Austin Powers film with above mate who I hadn't seen in awhile. Imagine my shock when he turned up in the same sparkly whiter than white trainers as me, we looked like the initial stages of a demonic form of Chuckle Brother. I only thought wearing the same stuff only happened to women....at weddings.

We were late for the film, so a series of hand brake turns and wheelspins found us in Luton Town Centre a couple of clicks from the Cineplex. Being unemployed the only objective of the day was not being late to see the start of Austin Powers. So my mate and I legged it through the precinct to the cinema and by no means are we small lads 6'2" and 6'5" repectively with size 12's. There we were sprinting as fast as we could holding up traffic, sliding accross bonnets and kicking wheelie bins out the way with the same ultra, glowing white trainers on. We looked like we'd broken out of a Chinese Nike sweat shop trying to complete the Krypton Factor assault course. If there was a camera crew available I think we would've made a good Nike commercial. Just think of that BBC advert a while back with those two blokes doing Parkour accross the roof tops. Only with lots of falling over and passers by getting kicked out the way with not one but two pairs of spookily coincidental purchased footwear.
(Cheesy Peas, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 12:49, Reply)

Spoooky
Many years ago I struck up a relationship with a charming girl in the t'internet. I lived down in Southampton at the time, but she was up in Manchester, making meeting a little difficult.

Fortunately, by some coincidence, her grandparents happened to live in Southampton, so she was able to come down and stay with them a bit.

She had a fairly unusual surname, which, when I mentioned it to my mother, she seemed to recognise. After some time she worked it out, the girl's granddad used to be the chief registrar in Southampton. He'd signed my birth certificate.

OOooooooooooh.

As a transvestite, length can be a right pain sometimes. Spoils the line of your frock.
(Iris_Wildthyme is three sheets to the wind, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 12:45, Reply)

True
Tony Blair hides behind my fridge and tells me to do bad things.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 12:40, Reply)

Cassandra of the Prairies
Many years ago, I dreamed John Major was waving victoriously to a cheering crowd. He later became PM. More recently, I had the same dream about Tony Blair, with the same result. Same deal for Bill Clinton before anyone had ever heard of him. I never dream about my own country (Canada) so I can't tell you what's going to happen with Stephen Harper, sorry to disappoint.

If I were smarter I'd have made a lot of nice cash off this by now, but I know it's either pure coincidence or, more likely, djinns messing with me. As soon as I put money on it they'd replace my winner (?) with Thutmose III or something. They think it's funny.
(socialised_medicine quietly returns to Saskatchewan for Lurkfest 2007, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 12:24, Reply)

iPod spook
I was listening to some James Brown on my ipod when his face appeared on the TV screen. I took out the headphones ... only to hear that the Funkmeister had died. And there's more ... the song I was listening to was Papa's Got a Brand New Bag. And my dad had recently bought a new bag (a suitcase, in fact). I was about to remark on the uncanny coincidence when the next song began:

Johnny Cash: Ring of Fire. I have had haemorrhoids for about a week now!
(frankspencer, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 11:56, Reply)

not one, but two...
a few years ago my beloved other half booked us a holiday. she didn't want to go anywhere that we'd been before so we ended up on the island of lefkas. i mentioned this to a mate and he said that not only had he heard of the place, his mum lived on the island. natually, i had to visit her on arrival!
this next bit is absolutely true. not a word of a lie and there were ten + witnesses. back in my role playing days - when rolepalying was done with pencil and paper and dice, i threw twenty seven consecutive ones. after ten throws i started using different dice and the final five ones were rolled at the same time.
i failed that particular saving throw. spectacularly.
(localhost, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 11:50, Reply)

I had a cheap rip-off Tamagotchi toy...
...called a Dinky Dino.

At exactly the time Princess Diana et al cashed their chips in the Pont de l'Alma tunnel, it died.

Guess which I was more upset about.
( weebear1974 discovering the joy of cat rape since, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 11:44, Reply)

Spooky twins
I've got cousins, Ashley and Daniel, who are identical twins.

One day when they were seven years old, Daniel had the day off school owing to a stomach ache. This got steadily worse throughout the morning, to the point where my aunt dragged him to A&E and he ended up having to have an emergency appendectomy.

Ashley was at school all this time, having no idea of what was happening. To the best of his knowledge, his brother was at home with a bit of a tummyache.

At the exact time that Daniel went into theatre, Ashley collapsed with horrendous, excruciating stomach pains. He too was rushed to hospital, but there was nothing physically wrong with him at all.

As a general rule I don't believe in any of this psychic mumbo-jumbo, but I really can't explain that one.
(grandmasterfluffles Come to my Armageddon party on, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 11:41, Reply)

Another one
My now-wife took me round to meet her Grandparents for the first time and left me with her Grandad who, although a really nice bloke, loves the sound of his own voice and can waffle for England.

Was losing the will to live and slowly drifting in and out of sleep while he droned on, when I suddenly heard him mention a tiny little village in the middle of the Forest of Dean where I lived for 18 months as a kid. They live near Manchester.

Turns out they had been there on holiday while I lived there and stayed at the only guest house for miles around which was not 100m from my front door. The village is that small it is not on many maps of the UK and has a population of less than 100.

Got all excited for about 30 seconds, then he went back into waffle mode again and I nodded off for a while. I don't think he noticed.
(brocky, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 11:37, Reply)

Holiday sightings
On a lads holiday in Faliraki many moons ago (before it became really popular),we were delighted to find our balcony looked out on to the main street. Late night entertainment one night when we couldn't be arsed going clubbing was to water bomb unsuspecting people walking below us. The way the balcony was situated meant that we could hide without real fear of getting caught or seen.

We launched a few over the edge narrowly missing people and generally being shit shots but still having a good old giggle at it all.

See a random bloke coming down the street, obviously he'd had a good night and was zig-zagging the road, completely unable to walk in a straight line.

We sent the water bomb over the edge, sat back to see if we had hit target for the first time all night, when bingo, instant cursing and swearing from said random drunk bloke.

One of my mates instantly stood up and announced he recognised the voice, looked over the edge and sure enough, there was Mikey from our local pub who we were playing pool with just a week earlier back in good old Blighty. He didn't know we were going to Faliraki and had only got a last minute deal himself the day before after splitting up with his girlfriend.
(brocky, Mon 12 Feb 2007, 11:16, Reply)