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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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).
( , Mon 12 Feb 2007, 9:44, Reply)
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).
( , Mon 12 Feb 2007, 9:44, Reply)
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