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I was 10 years old and playing with two friends near the River Ouse at Poppleton near York. There was a stream flowing to the river at the bottom of small but steep muddy valley, maybe 12 feet deep. In the water I saw a football. I am having that I thought and scambled down the muddy bank. Got the ball. Couldnt climb the bank because my shoes were covered in think mud, completely stuck. Friends lowered down branches to pluu me up but they didnt have enough strength. 30 minutes went by. Than along comes a man on horse, dressed as Roy Rogers, even had rope on his saddle. He threw down the rope and the hose pulled me out.
Many years ago. Remarked to my g/f at the time, that a girl in my office always had a nice tan, wondered if she had tan lines! So afore mentioed g/f hit on the idea of a naturist holiday, and duly booked it in S. France. However, a few weeks before the off, we had a disagreement, and the romance was kaput. Decided to go on the holiday on my own, as I had paid for it. The first morning, walked out onto the balcony, and started a friendly chat to the guy next door. A few minutes later, his daughter joins him! Yes, you’ve guessed it, the girl from the office! Stark naked! It was very enjoyable holiday from then on!
Robbo 27 said:
I was 10 years old and playing with two friends near the River Ouse at Poppleton near York. There was a stream flowing to the river at the bottom of small but steep muddy valley, maybe 12 feet deep. In the water I saw a football. I am having that I thought and scambled down the muddy bank. Got the ball. Couldnt climb the bank because my shoes were covered in think mud, completely stuck. Friends lowered down branches to pluu me up but they didnt have enough strength. 30 minutes went by. Than along comes a man on horse, dressed as Roy Rogers, even had rope on his saddle. He threw down the rope and the hose pulled me out.
Did you keep the ball?I always cut n paste this for these thread. It's all true.
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 occupant of the room was 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.
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 occupant of the room was 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.
Edited by Blib on Monday 6th June 18:05
Last year junior school, 11 plus year. New girl arrives in class, nobody liked her because on her first day she'd forgotten her handkerchief and had a big dried up bogey hanging off her nose. Later on that year, got into a fight with the school bully, the headmaster's son, because at lunch time I'd been playing catch and chase with this girl. Anyway having stuck up for her we hung around together for the rest of term when I wasn't playing cricket, nothing at all serious, she still had a snotty nose too often for my liking, I went to boys grammar, she went to girls grammar in a different part of town and we drifted apart.
A few years later, you know when you're in that desperately frustrated teenage state, saw her in passing, an utter stunner she'd turned into. Damn.
Ffwd about twenty odd years, at a loose end in Brisbane for a long weekend, out there for work. Decide on impulse to pack an overnight pack, sod off down the bus station, catch a bus to the first place that sounded interesting, have a pie floater, then decide what to do. Get a ticket to some God forsaken place way down on the Gold Coast. Sat outside a chip shop in Coolangatta stuffing my face with a meat pie waiting for another bus when up the street walks Miss Snot Nose.
Both married and with kids by then so no shenanigans, but we had a good laugh, and some beers.
A few years later, you know when you're in that desperately frustrated teenage state, saw her in passing, an utter stunner she'd turned into. Damn.
Ffwd about twenty odd years, at a loose end in Brisbane for a long weekend, out there for work. Decide on impulse to pack an overnight pack, sod off down the bus station, catch a bus to the first place that sounded interesting, have a pie floater, then decide what to do. Get a ticket to some God forsaken place way down on the Gold Coast. Sat outside a chip shop in Coolangatta stuffing my face with a meat pie waiting for another bus when up the street walks Miss Snot Nose.
Both married and with kids by then so no shenanigans, but we had a good laugh, and some beers.
Robbo 27 said:
I was 10 years old and playing with two friends near the River Ouse at Poppleton near York. There was a stream flowing to the river at the bottom of small but steep muddy valley, maybe 12 feet deep. In the water I saw a football. I am having that I thought and scambled down the muddy bank. Got the ball. Couldnt climb the bank because my shoes were covered in think mud, completely stuck. Friends lowered down branches to pluu me up but they didnt have enough strength. 30 minutes went by. Than along comes a man on horse, dressed as Roy Rogers, even had rope on his saddle. He threw down the rope and the hose pulled me out.
So many questions re this one!Did you dream it?
Was it Roy Rogers and if so why was he in York?
If it wasn't Roy Rogers why was this random guy dressed as a cowboy, near York?
Edited by jdw100 on Tuesday 7th June 01:29
toastybase said:
Bought a rain coat and just one day later it rained really heavily. Good thing I bought that coat.
I was actually shopping for a tee shirt and when I saw the coat I bought it. Not thinking I'd have to use it the next day.
I was working far from home with a friend colleague of mine a few years ago and it was approaching winter so we were concerned about getting home if the weather got bad and flights started getting cancelled.I was actually shopping for a tee shirt and when I saw the coat I bought it. Not thinking I'd have to use it the next day.
After looking at a few 4x4s to buy between us we decided on one even though it needed work and picked it up the following night.
The night after that 'snowmaggedon' happened out of the blue.
Cut that one a bit fine as I doubt the twin turbo Z32 I had at the time would've coped very well in the 3' of snow that fell.
I ordered a new company car from work.
They asked me what colour I wanted. I chose Red.
A couple of days later, my partner at the time, went to see a Medium. She was very much into this sort of thing, although I do not personally believer in that sort of thing.
One of the things that the medium told her, was that I was getting a new car, and that it would be blue.
Fast forward new car is delivered to work, due to a cock up by the dealer, they sent me a blue one (which I kept)
Co-incidence, or something "higher"?
I know what I believe.
They asked me what colour I wanted. I chose Red.
A couple of days later, my partner at the time, went to see a Medium. She was very much into this sort of thing, although I do not personally believer in that sort of thing.
One of the things that the medium told her, was that I was getting a new car, and that it would be blue.
Fast forward new car is delivered to work, due to a cock up by the dealer, they sent me a blue one (which I kept)
Co-incidence, or something "higher"?
I know what I believe.
jdw100 said:
So many questions re this one!
Did you dream it?
Was it Roy Rogers and if so why was he in York?
If it wasn't Roy Rogers why was this random guy dressed as a cowboy, near York?
Did I dream it? Nope - I can remember the good hiding I got from my mother because I turned up at home after cycling 3 miles covered in mud.Did you dream it?
Was it Roy Rogers and if so why was he in York?
If it wasn't Roy Rogers why was this random guy dressed as a cowboy, near York?
Edited by jdw100 on Tuesday 7th June 01:29
I never got to talk to the man, I hope I thanked him, I assume it was someone who just wanted to be a cowboy.
Frankly, I was just glad he was there.
I was watching an episode of the Soprano's Sunday night, the episode was where he was suffering with food poisoning,around two hours after it finished I came down with the same symptoms as Tony, and spent the night, s
tting in the bath, whilst doubled over being sick in the toilet, a fun night had by all..
tting in the bath, whilst doubled over being sick in the toilet, a fun night had by all..Back in my younger days of working on an IT Service Desk, I briefly worked at the Superdrug head office so knew what they had set up in their stores etc.
Fast forward about 18 months and I'm working for a firm called Atkins on their IT Service Desk. I get a call from someone calling from a Superdrug store asking about their internal radio system.
So somehow they had dialled the wrong number completely, come through to a different IT Service Desk for a firm totally unrelated and got through to me an,ex-Superdrug employee out of a team of about 20 of us. I knew exactly what they were talking about but couldn't offer any help as I hadn't worked there. Very odd coincidence.
Fast forward about 18 months and I'm working for a firm called Atkins on their IT Service Desk. I get a call from someone calling from a Superdrug store asking about their internal radio system.
So somehow they had dialled the wrong number completely, come through to a different IT Service Desk for a firm totally unrelated and got through to me an,ex-Superdrug employee out of a team of about 20 of us. I knew exactly what they were talking about but couldn't offer any help as I hadn't worked there. Very odd coincidence.
Many moons ago I used to own a very nice Corrado. One Comic Relief night my wife and I were watching the post 10 O'Clock News comedy from the comfort of our bed when there was a big bang and crunching noise from outside. I jumped out of bed and pulling the curtain to one side I saw a van driving off in a cloud of steam. Noticing the back of my car appeared to have been hit I put some clothes on and went to investigate.....
When I got to the car I saw carnage - mine had been smacked hard in the rear quarter which had pushed it into my wife's Polo, which had shunted my neighbours car. A lovely sight.....
My call to the Police was less than encouraging, I didn't have a number plate and a vague description of a damaged van - Renault traffic maybe?
Well, luck was on my side and a Police traffic car happened to be just down the road when they spotted a bloke in a garage forecourt trying to piece back together the front of his van. After breathalysing him he was arrested and yes, my insurance company had someone to claim from. It turned out he was so pissed he didn't see the parked cars by the side of the road and simply slammed into the back of mine without braking, which travelling uphill did well to hit two other cars.
Where's the coincidence you may well ask....?
Well, I was paid out for the write-off, my wife and neighbour had their cars fixed and I thought nothing of it, until....
We moved house a year or so later. Nothing spectacular there, but a few months after moving in I noticed a lovely Corrado parked opposite our local Pizza Express. I commented to my wife that it was 'the same colour as my old one - you know, the one that was written off....'
Well, it turned out they were one and the same car. My old write off had been fixed and put back on the road. I never managed to see the owner but I guessed he(she?) worked at Pizza Express as it was there often enough and out of 9-5 business hours.
I've still got the service book somewhere.
When I got to the car I saw carnage - mine had been smacked hard in the rear quarter which had pushed it into my wife's Polo, which had shunted my neighbours car. A lovely sight.....
My call to the Police was less than encouraging, I didn't have a number plate and a vague description of a damaged van - Renault traffic maybe?
Well, luck was on my side and a Police traffic car happened to be just down the road when they spotted a bloke in a garage forecourt trying to piece back together the front of his van. After breathalysing him he was arrested and yes, my insurance company had someone to claim from. It turned out he was so pissed he didn't see the parked cars by the side of the road and simply slammed into the back of mine without braking, which travelling uphill did well to hit two other cars.
Where's the coincidence you may well ask....?
Well, I was paid out for the write-off, my wife and neighbour had their cars fixed and I thought nothing of it, until....
We moved house a year or so later. Nothing spectacular there, but a few months after moving in I noticed a lovely Corrado parked opposite our local Pizza Express. I commented to my wife that it was 'the same colour as my old one - you know, the one that was written off....'
Well, it turned out they were one and the same car. My old write off had been fixed and put back on the road. I never managed to see the owner but I guessed he(she?) worked at Pizza Express as it was there often enough and out of 9-5 business hours.
I've still got the service book somewhere.
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