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havoc said:
Blib said:
mickk said:
Are you holding everyone up again Blib?
At least it's moving under its own power Mickk. Unlike some member's cars I could mention. 
Blib said:
'Palestines'....
Gone, but never forgotten.
ETA: As I typed the phrase, "Gone but never forgotten, A Luton Town striker scored a goal in a live game that's currently on SKY. As he wheeled away in celebration, he hoisted his shirt to reveal a t shirt underneath. On that t shirt was printed a photo and the phrase, "Gone, but never forgotten".
Spooky.
spooky indeed, i had one of them SLC 107 MercsGone, but never forgotten.
ETA: As I typed the phrase, "Gone but never forgotten, A Luton Town striker scored a goal in a live game that's currently on SKY. As he wheeled away in celebration, he hoisted his shirt to reveal a t shirt underneath. On that t shirt was printed a photo and the phrase, "Gone, but never forgotten".
Spooky.
Edited by Blib on Tuesday 24th March 19:56
Blib said:
ETA: As I typed the phrase, "Gone but never forgotten, A Luton Town striker scored a goal in a live game that's currently on SKY. As he wheeled away in celebration, he hoisted his shirt to reveal a t shirt underneath. On that t shirt was printed a photo and the phrase, "Gone, but never forgotten".
Spooky.
My old next-door neighbour is an author. As part of his research into his third book he emailed a worldwide expert in the US he'd never met into the niche economic field but didn't get a reply.Spooky.
Six months later, he went on a trip to see an endangered rhino, the final leg could only be completed on a six person boat. After introducing themselves, he realised that the people in the boat were two guides, him, his wife, and the guy he didn't get a reply from six months ago...!
The author's novel was called 'The Co-incidence Authority' which was by this time published and was about coincidences so bizarre they could not be explained.
And I saw that too as I'm a Luton Town fan.
Spooky.
JustinP1 said:
Blib said:
ETA: As I typed the phrase, "Gone but never forgotten, A Luton Town striker scored a goal in a live game that's currently on SKY. As he wheeled away in celebration, he hoisted his shirt to reveal a t shirt underneath. On that t shirt was printed a photo and the phrase, "Gone, but never forgotten".
Spooky.
My old next-door neighbour is an author. As part of his research into his third book he emailed a worldwide expert in the US he'd never met into the niche economic field but didn't get a reply.Spooky.
Six months later, he went on a trip to see an endangered rhino, the final leg could only be completed on a six person boat. After introducing themselves, he realised that the people in the boat were two guides, him, his wife, and the guy he didn't get a reply from six months ago...!
The author's novel was called 'The Co-incidence Authority' which was by this time published and was about coincidences so bizarre they could not be explained.
And I saw that too as I'm a Luton Town fan.
Spooky.
We first flew to Cairo. Our plane was delayed and we found ourselves wandering the city centre, after midnight, knocking on hostel doors trying to find a place to sleep for the night. Eventually, we discovered a small hotel. The owner told us that he had a three bed room with two free beds. We could have it if the present occupant agreed to share. He popped upstairs to talk to the chap and returned to tell us that we could share the room.
The chap who was already in the room turned out to be an American who was just travelling the World by himself. A really good bloke, we spent a couple of days in his company and then moved on.
Nine months later, my friend and I had reached India. We'd travelled by train from Bangalore up to Delhi and were wandering up the Pahar Gunj searching for a place to stay. Everywhere seemed to be full. Except one small guest house. The owner told us that he had a room. But we would have to share with the present occupier. We agreed and we were led up to the room.
Where we found sitting on one of the beds our American friend from Cairo.
Blib said:
1981 and my best friend and me decided to jack in our jobs and head down to Australia through Africa, India, Nepal and East Asia.
We first flew to Cairo. Our plane was delayed and we found ourselves wandering the city centre, after midnight, knocking on hostel doors trying to find a place to sleep for the night. Eventually, we discovered a small hotel. The owner told us that he had a three bed room with two free beds. We could have it if the present occupant agreed to share. He popped upstairs to talk to the chap and returned to tell us that we could share the room.
The chap who was already in the room turned out to be an American who was just travelling the World by himself. A really good bloke, we spent a couple of days in his company and then moved on.
Nine months later, my friend and I had reached India. We'd travelled by train from Bangalore up to Delhi and were wandering up the Pahar Gunj searching for a place to stay. Everywhere seemed to be full. Except one small guest house. The owner told us that he had a room. But we would have to share with the present occupier. We agreed and we were led up to the room.
Where we found sitting on one of the beds our American friend from Cairo.
I've read this before, Blib, you're repeating yourself in old age. We first flew to Cairo. Our plane was delayed and we found ourselves wandering the city centre, after midnight, knocking on hostel doors trying to find a place to sleep for the night. Eventually, we discovered a small hotel. The owner told us that he had a three bed room with two free beds. We could have it if the present occupant agreed to share. He popped upstairs to talk to the chap and returned to tell us that we could share the room.
The chap who was already in the room turned out to be an American who was just travelling the World by himself. A really good bloke, we spent a couple of days in his company and then moved on.
Nine months later, my friend and I had reached India. We'd travelled by train from Bangalore up to Delhi and were wandering up the Pahar Gunj searching for a place to stay. Everywhere seemed to be full. Except one small guest house. The owner told us that he had a room. But we would have to share with the present occupier. We agreed and we were led up to the room.
Where we found sitting on one of the beds our American friend from Cairo.
Next you'll be thinking you owned a TR7 for a while.
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