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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Running of the Bulls
So one of my mates travels to Spain for the said event and does the now infamous "Harry Bolt" in front of the Bulls.
The mate he was travelling with runs with him and they have a jolly good time. With both of them running no one was able to get a pic of their daring deeds. So instead go and purchase a post card. The picture is of a man running full pelt in front of the marauding bulls.
My mate sends it home to his Father saying "oooh look what I got up to!!". On his arrival back in London the phone rings. Its his Dad.
I imagine the convo went like this:
"Hi Dad"
"Hi Son"
"Did ya get the post card?"
"Yeah, Funny thing about that."
"Whats that?"
"You know who's on that postcard?"
"No?"
"Your Uncle Barry, when he ran the guantlet back in the 80's"
"Jesus" *faint*
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 17:19, Reply)
So one of my mates travels to Spain for the said event and does the now infamous "Harry Bolt" in front of the Bulls.
The mate he was travelling with runs with him and they have a jolly good time. With both of them running no one was able to get a pic of their daring deeds. So instead go and purchase a post card. The picture is of a man running full pelt in front of the marauding bulls.
My mate sends it home to his Father saying "oooh look what I got up to!!". On his arrival back in London the phone rings. Its his Dad.
I imagine the convo went like this:
"Hi Dad"
"Hi Son"
"Did ya get the post card?"
"Yeah, Funny thing about that."
"Whats that?"
"You know who's on that postcard?"
"No?"
"Your Uncle Barry, when he ran the guantlet back in the 80's"
"Jesus" *faint*
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 17:19, Reply)
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