Meetakuoolooo !!!
I only know 5 people from Finland, It just so happens that 4 of these people are from the same tiny village.

Ante and Ilari were on my degree course and Ulla lived in a house with some of my mates. When they met they freaked out because it's such a small village in the middle of nowhere.

Then nearing the end of my 3rd year I was very lucky to travel around Egypt. There I am, having Din Dins and drinks in Dahab, a sleepy little tourist spot up the coast from Sharm el Sheik. In walks a group of sexy looking Skandinavians, I get chatting, two are Sexy Swedes the other is a Sexy Finn. In my excitement at meeting said Finnish girl, I try to impress her with the only word I know in finnish - 'Meetacooolooo' (which I've misspelt, but it sounds like that), it means 'Hello, How are you.' She is very impressed with my grasp of her extremely complicated (No Language is anything like Finnish) language. She enquires as to who taught it to me, I reply, "oh one of my mates from Uni, Ilari, he's Finnish, comes from a little village in the middle of nowhere" The girl looks intrigued, I think my lucks in! "Whats his last name?" she asks. "Ilari K" I reply. So you go to Uni in . . . I finish (excuse the Punnage) her sentence. She laughs, that's my little brother, she exclaims!

In the middle of nowhere miles from our own countries I meet my mates sister! Freaked us both out, but when I got back to Uni, Ilari was the most Freaked out, "What did you do with my sister in Egypt??!!!" Angry Drunken Finns who have Black Belts in most Martial Arts can be very scary people unless they get the answers to their demands instantly!
( 42 Loves Teh Funphenschnaffles, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:55, Reply)

It all turns full circle!
Nearly 12 years ago now I went to Butlins in Bognor Regis for a week with a few friends.

Being the little randy 16 year olds we all were it was mayhem and frolics, and I managed to pull a stunning young lass and take her back to the chalet. Passion ensued and I woke up in the morning with bloody sheets etc turns out it was the time of the month for her, anyways

About 2 years ago a younger lad called Chris came to work where I do, we got on very well and general talk cropped up about doing things whilst young etc and we got onto the subject of my Bognor trip

Turns out him and his mother were there the week after me and my friends, they got our chalet, he got a blood stained bed and found my boxers in the shower (With photographic evidence)! (His mum used to complain)

I'm just ashamed at Butlins staff for not cleaning the room properly!
(DiamonKn My Nan Smells of Twigs, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:43, Reply)

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I used to go clubbing quite a lot and generally found myself chatting to random people in the loos. One time I was chatting away to this girl when someone who I'd been chatting too the week before came in. The conversation proceeded as follows:

Girl: Hey - I remember you from last week. What was your name again - hang on I'll remember. It's something really common isn't it?
Me: No, it's not common at all.

Eventually she gives up and I tell her that my name is Alison. At which point the other girl I'd been talking to pipes up with "Really? - my name's Alison too!". Just to prove me wrong that my name isn't common! First time I'd ever met another Alison too.
(mmm....beer, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:40, Reply)

watch out!
Not me but a friend. He got an engraved watch from his parents for his 21st but lost it couple of years later while out on a drunken binge. He had no idea where or how he'd lost it and looked everywhere he'd been: the pub, the park, the lost property at the bus depot. No luck.

Then a year or so later, he was on holiday with some mates in Ibiza. They were snorkelling in the shallow water and one of his mates found a watch lying on the sand. They looked at it and saw that it was exactly the kind my friend had lost.

At that moment, some guy walks up and says, "Oh you've found me watch. Cheers, mate."

"Oh," says my friend, "you must be Steve."
"Er, no. My name's John", holding his hand out for the watch.
"Well name's Frankspencer's Mate and it says on the back of this watch: 'Many happy returns on your 21st, Frankspencer's Mate.' So I'll be taking my watch back, John."

And he did.
(frankspencer, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:31, Reply)

Vipros
That's what i was implying. Fellow pedantic fúck. :D
(CptCoatHanger performed his last back-street abortion on, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:31, Reply)

Nuts?
Here's a spoooky coincidence, I was eating my way through a bag of cashew nuts the other week when I suddenly noticed that at least half of them bore an uncanny resemblance to my cock and balls in a post-coital condition - suitably scaled-down of course. Why has no-one else noticed this, or have they? Or is it only my privates that they resemble...

Mmmm.....cashews.......
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:29, Reply)

Class!
I travelled internationally a lot in a previous job. Brazil one week, Japan the next, that kind of thing.

One weekend after a spell of work in Mexico, I was staying over in San Diego for a night prior to jetting off to San Jose. Self and a new-found (American) friend arrived into town a bit late and decided to go out for a drink or two...

At the door of about the second bar we tried, there were two guys leaving as we went to enter. They stopped, looked at me, and one of them addressed me by name. I recognised them too - one of them had been in the same year as me in Primary School.

What was most spoooky was that we hadn't even known each other that well previously, hadn't seen each other since we were about 10, but recognised each other including names straight away, despite being 5200 miles away from home (give or take). American friend was well impressed.

He had big gollywog style curly hair and more freckles than any 10 normal people, so maybe that helped. I'm pretty normal looking though.
(Kyzia was here on, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:17, Reply)

Birthdays
I share a birthday with Bob Marley and Jimmy Tarbuck!

more importantly my birthday is a bank holiday in NZ, now i know where to emigrate to to allways get the day off without pulling a sickie
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:12, Reply)

Spoooky Silver Wedding Anniversaries
My grandparents silver wedding anniversary fell on the day that JFK got shot. My parents silver wedding anniversary was September 11th 2001.

So if I am ever married for just under 25 years, I am going to be quite intrigued as to what will happen on my silver wedding anniversary. Something bad in America looking at the track record....
(Asbo Enthusiast, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:09, Reply)

Phones and Phone Numbers
In my first year at uni I shared a house with 12 girls but only one land line. Before I left for the big city I told all my college friends my new phone number and told them to ask for me in room 4, figuring that although I was sharing, this would be enough to get hold of me. On the day I arrived I found a whole load of boxes belonging to my new roomie, clearly labeled with my name. Talking to her later about her accommodation application, the only thing we could see that we had in common (her being sciency and sporty, me being artsy and lazy) was our names. Stupid selection people.

Fortunately we became good friends and are still mates now. Weirdly though she has a friend with exactly the same phone number as me (bar the area code).

And unrelated to her, but sticking with the QotW topic I've another weird coincidence relating to phone numbers. Ignoring area codes, the last 3 digits of my phone number are the same as the first 3 of my Grandma's number and my Dentist's number. My other Grandparents number is made up of the last 3 numbers of my Dentist's followed by the last 3 numbers of my Grandma's number.

I think the only way I can make that clearer is by using a diagram or some kind of algebra.

Coincidentally, all of my coincidences in this QofW relate to phones and phone numbers in someway. Spoooky huh?
( e.m.m.y. foxtrot uniform charlie kilo india tango, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:06, Reply)

I met RMO
I was just sat opposite him on a computer, and the conv. got to the subject of good skiving sites. B3ta came up and it transpires that two B3tards met, as fortold by the laws of random chance.
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:06, Reply)

While trapped on the M6 in April of 1997...
...due to the bomb hoax the IRA had organized, my mum, my brother and I had six hours of going nowhere arguing over which tapes to put on the stereo. My brother and I had our way for quite some time, so it came to my mum's turn.

Wet Wet Fucking Wet.

We listened to both sides of the junkie bilge before I screamed "I've had enough!" right in the middle of "Love is All Around".

I ejected the tape, only to hear the exact same song at the exact same point on the radio.

I think I might have cried.
(Generator cannot be named for legal reasons, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 16:06, Reply)

CptCoatHanger
I don't mean to be more pedantic, but the odds are only the same as rolling a specific number with each following dice.

not just any old number.

woooooo, maths is spoooky....and coincidental....
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 15:56, Reply)

Insane in the membrane
Rather twatted one night, a mate texted me the above lyric, indicating his current state of mind.

I had this CD on rpt in my car, knew the lyrics well, and texted back "like Louis Armstrong, blowing that trumpet I'll hit that bong, and break you off something"..and promptly retired, tired and emotional, to bed.

The next morning had to drive, got in the car, first lyric I hear? "like louis armstrong..." Weird I thought, that was the last thing I texted/said last night, and it's queued up to play from there on my CD player, what are the chances of that?

Here's the spooooky bit.It wasn't the CD, it was the radio. Turned the ignition exactly as those lyrics came on. Is that spooky? Not really. It's just moderately more memorable than all the times it doesn't happen.
(Countryslicker, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 15:55, Reply)

I've only ever pissed the bed twice in my life
Three years apart.
In two different bungalows in the same row, in the same resort in Thailand.

Spooky coincidence or just strong grass and rum?
( BobbyParadise, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 15:36, Reply)

oh and falic.
according to the zomg official rules o' monopoly, if you roll more than three doubles in a row, you have to go straight to jail.

gutted.
(melancholica, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 15:33, Reply)

jilly's.
I was cleaning out my drawers, whilst chatting to the boy on my mobile. as you do. "What's the plan for when I come up to Manchester then?" says I.

"Well on thursday we're going to Jilly's - Rockworld." says he.

"Fuck." says I.

"What?" says he.

"When you said that, I pulled out a flyer for Jilly's Underworld in Manchester (same club, different nights now, for those who don't know), that i picked up in Slimelight. In London. 3 years ago."

"Fuck." says he. "Spoooky."


I am ashamed of my length. =(
(melancholica, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 15:30, Reply)

The Tipton Three
The night before the Tipton Three were released from Guanatanamo Bay, I had a dream that a Great Aunt of mine in America (whom I've never met and whose name only infrequently finds its way into conversation) rang me up, telling me, "We've let your lot go, now give us ours". Imagine my shock and, well, confusion the next day...

Do we even have American terrorist suspects locked up over here?
( Pretender, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 15:28, Reply)

Remembered another one...
I was in Belfast three years back for a stag weekend and on flying back I found that I had been allocated a seat some way back from the two mates I'd flown over with. Never mind, I think - I've got a good book.
Then whilst we were getting ready to board another mate calls up to see if it had been a good weekend in Ireland. "At the aiport about to fly home" says I. "I know" says Phil - I'm over here." He'd been back seeing his folks and had spotted me in the check in queue. Here's the spooky bit. He's been allocated the seat next to mine, and he's reading the same book.

WOW!
( BobbyParadise, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 15:20, Reply)

i'll give you two
1. staying at my boyfriend's dad's in SA, their maid was quite pregnant. i didn't know how much. one night, i dream that she's in the kitchen and her waters break, that my man's step-mum drives her to hospital and returns with a baby boy.
I wake up and discover that the maid's waters broke in the kitchen, my man's step mum has driven her to hospital and she'll be returning later with her new baby, Arthur. oooOOOoohh.

2. less psychic, more your actual coincidence this one. i'm strolling through covent garden, just dawdling after a meeting in town. i'm walking back towards the station from the opera house end, when a girl walks in front of me. "hey Lisa" I say. Lisa freaks out.
This is because Lisa was living in Wales, and had come up for the day, not telling anyone about it.
Thing is, London isn't really that big, and nothing really surprises me.

My best one is the Morroccan toilet one with my gran, but that made the newsletter in the Toilets QOTW, and i'm not shamelessly reposting that.

edit: oh, i suppose i'd better stick this one in.
I was staying in New York in 2001. On the 10th September, i got a train to Rhode Island. I left my tv alarm on.
11th September: My roommate was away, so a neighbour walked the dog. On coming back into the flat, he heard the tv, went upstairs, unplugged it, then walked to the PATH station to get the WTC train. He missed it by seconds.
If I hadn't left my tv alarm on, he wouldn't have lost those couple of minutes and would have made the train. If he'd made it, he would have been on one of the floors the first plane hit at the World Trade Centre.
Spooooky.
Though for my money, just luck.
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 15:11, Reply)

Mat & Cat
A mate of mine got together with a young lady a few years back (both live in Bournemouth)and it turned out that not only were they born one day apart from one another, but that they were born in the same hospital. In Germany. Both of their dads were stationed there in the army I think.
They might even have been in little cots next to each other.

Ahhh.

They're still together too. Don't blame him either - she's very pretty with great big tits.
( BobbyParadise, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 15:06, Reply)

Friend Triangle
I met an ace bloke in secondary school who is stil my best friend today. The first time I got invited to his house for tea as you do, it was the house that I was born in and had lived in up until being 5 years old. He even slept in the same room my brother had and they share the same name.
If that isn't spoooky enough for you, he introduced me to a friend of his who also became a great mate. She went to a different college to the rest of us to do A-levels and met some new friends. One day she tells me she's bringing one to meet me because we'll hit it off, which we certainly did.
In a drunken pub conversation some 5 months later, this friend of hers says "my best mate at primary school was called "The Apeface Cherub" ". The penny suddenly dropped. I was sat opposite my best mate from ages 5 - 8 who had disappeared off the face of the earth only to reappear 12 years later introduced by a friend I met through a friend who lives in my house. We hadn't even clicked until then.
Now that's wrong.
How we laughed filling in our other friends on each other's childhood stories.
We still can't look at each other today!
(The Apeface Cherub is not a cunty-uber-cunt, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 15:01, Reply)

Spoooky
I once shagged my mate's mum before i became friends with him. It was rather awkward upon meeting her *for the first time*.

RE: "What are the odds?"

I don't want be a pedantic bell-end, but the odds of throwing two sixes, three times in a row, are the same as you throwing anything over three throws.
(CptCoatHanger performed his last back-street abortion on, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 15:00, Reply)

Poor little fox
Many years ago when I lived in deepest, darkest Devon my brother and I were driving back home after a night out. On the side of the road we saw a little baby fox that was obviously injured. Being the caring souls that we were, we stopped and decided that we would take it home to see if we could help it.

When we got home we didn't think it would make it through the night so we went and woke up the local vet. He was a grunpy bastard at the best of times and was very pissed off at being woken up at 2 in the morning.

The fox was in the boot of my car and the vet told us that all he could do was put it down (probably because he wanted to go back to bed). The first injection he gave the fox; nothing. It was still breathing. He gave it another and, again, the little thing wouldn't die. The vet then gave the fox a third injection and at the exact moment the fox stopped breathing, the light in the boot of my car went "pop" and went out. 1 minute later it came back on. Very spoooky indeed!

We didn't really know what to do with it after that so threw it over a hedge. What else do you do with a little dead fox in the middle of the night?
(Tom Jones's Mojo Hasn't had any since, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 14:49, Reply)

Boo Hiss Radley
Earn your band critical acclaim and a large cult fanbase as a largely unheard of shoegazing indie band (emo for the early '90s) and then notice the coincindental loss of these as your band sell out . How? By spookily reinventing your sound and releasing a dreadful cheesy pop song that makes you lots of money and famous for 5 minutes by endlessly being played on adverts for GMTV. Wake Up Boo! anyone?
( abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 14:46, Reply)

What are the odds?
Was playing monopoly with the girlfriend over Christmas and I rolled a pair of sixes. Quite chuffed by this cuz it took me over her hotels nicely. Next throw I get another pair of sixes. This time I'm just quite amazed at the odds and don't care that I have to cough up a load for landing on her property. I have another roll and fuck me - another pair of sixes. I can't be bothered to work out the odds but it must be pretty high to roll 1/6 * 1/6 * 1/6 * 1/6 * 1/6 * 1/6

I went to jail for it though. Balls.
(falic, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 14:38, Reply)

I was taking my 11+
at a very scary all-girls school very similar to the very scary all-girls school I was already at.

Halfway through the exam a girl ran out to be sick. "Hahaha!" thought I. "At least I'm not that nervous." So on I went and passed, quite well apparently, but declined their invitation so I could stay on at the current all girls school that was across the road from my house.

So first day of senior school comes and all the old pupils get paired with a new pupil to make us seem like a nice friendly bunch. I get paired with a girl called Charlotte and friendship ensues, a friendship so fab we're still mates to this day (despite the 4 or so years we didnt speak).

One day Charlotte and myself were nattering away in the playground and she casually mentions she was sick in her 11+ exam. Turns out she was the girl I was laughing at all those years before. Cue lots of "no way!"s and laughter.

Nowhere near as much laughter as I had when she was sick though...
( SugarSpunSister Yeah, whatever, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 14:27, Reply)

I have a dream..
Last night I dreamt that my house had been burgled, and everything that was stolen was replaced with exact replicas.....

Low and behold, when I woke up
(HairyBaldy, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 14:24, Reply)

greece
I decided to go away for a couple of weeks with a mate to greece to feget about uni for a little while...

walking up the street back up to our hotel one day, i spot someone i recognised!

it was only a guy in my class from uni in oxfordshire, UK!

we looked at each other for a while in confusion before saying to each other "what the bloody hell are you doing here?"

hundreds of miles away in a totally different country and I still couldnt get away from college!
(chixor, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 14:19, Reply)