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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Coincidence, but not spooky
In my capacity as a part time officer of the law, I was called to a domestic disturbance. A brother and sister, whose father had recently passed away, were arguing, mainly about the fact she didn't appreciate all the things her dad had done for her. The brother's top example of this was that he'd arranged for her to come and live in a nice new house in Macclesfield, after she'd been living in 'an absolute shit-hole, the arse-hole of the UK'. His rant about this place went on for several minutes. Just out of curiosity, I asked him where she used to live. Turns out it was Adswood in Stockport.
I live in Adswood. I've just bought a house there.
Can't argue with him though. The brick through our window at 3am on Christmas morning sums it up!
( , Thu 15 Feb 2007, 10:31, Reply)
In my capacity as a part time officer of the law, I was called to a domestic disturbance. A brother and sister, whose father had recently passed away, were arguing, mainly about the fact she didn't appreciate all the things her dad had done for her. The brother's top example of this was that he'd arranged for her to come and live in a nice new house in Macclesfield, after she'd been living in 'an absolute shit-hole, the arse-hole of the UK'. His rant about this place went on for several minutes. Just out of curiosity, I asked him where she used to live. Turns out it was Adswood in Stockport.
I live in Adswood. I've just bought a house there.
Can't argue with him though. The brick through our window at 3am on Christmas morning sums it up!
( , Thu 15 Feb 2007, 10:31, Reply)
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