Incredible co-incidences
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Parents had a Mini Clubman estate (the original ones) when I was a toddler. About 15 years later, what turns up a couple of doors down the street? The same car, of course - just quite a lot rustier.
However, what makes this an 'incredible' coincidence is that we owned the car in South Wales. Over it's 15 year journey, it had been following us all the way to North-East Scotland!
However, what makes this an 'incredible' coincidence is that we owned the car in South Wales. Over it's 15 year journey, it had been following us all the way to North-East Scotland!
FerdiZ28 said:
Doofus said:
You keep prefacing words with 'rugby' like it's normal. What is a rugby pony and what is a rugby house?
A rugby pony is a pony used/maintained by rugby players and a rugby house is a house inhabited by rugby players. Sorry I used big wordsSurely a house inhabited by rugby players is a house? You know, just a normal one, kind of house like.
Last Visit said:
FerdiZ28 said:
Doofus said:
You keep prefacing words with 'rugby' like it's normal. What is a rugby pony and what is a rugby house?
A rugby pony is a pony used/maintained by rugby players and a rugby house is a house inhabited by rugby players. Sorry I used big wordsSurely a house inhabited by rugby players is a house? You know, just a normal one, kind of house like.
Last Saturday. In a Birmingham airport hotel me and my mate are having a quiet beer after a day at the NEC Classic Car Show.
A chap clearly in his own is looking for a place to sit and as he walks past pauses to ask us the best way to get to the NEC for tomorrow's show. He joins us an explains he lives overseas but has just flown in for he show.
On chatting, it turns out that he's my next door neighbours best mate from my home in Tynemouth near Newcastle. On talking further, it emerges we have a few people from home in common and that we've actually talked on Facebook, on a local history page. What's more on the rare occasions he's visited my neighbour, he's noted my MG.
Then as is the way in hotel bars, another guy joins the chat. It turns out he lives in the same Spanish town as the first guy. They have friends in common. Not ex-Pat British friends, but Spaniards including the bloke who looks after their respective classic cars.
Then as the night continues, we talk about pubs in Tynemouth. The new guy reveals that in the 80s he lived a couple of roads away from where I live now.
A chap clearly in his own is looking for a place to sit and as he walks past pauses to ask us the best way to get to the NEC for tomorrow's show. He joins us an explains he lives overseas but has just flown in for he show.
On chatting, it turns out that he's my next door neighbours best mate from my home in Tynemouth near Newcastle. On talking further, it emerges we have a few people from home in common and that we've actually talked on Facebook, on a local history page. What's more on the rare occasions he's visited my neighbour, he's noted my MG.
Then as is the way in hotel bars, another guy joins the chat. It turns out he lives in the same Spanish town as the first guy. They have friends in common. Not ex-Pat British friends, but Spaniards including the bloke who looks after their respective classic cars.
Then as the night continues, we talk about pubs in Tynemouth. The new guy reveals that in the 80s he lived a couple of roads away from where I live now.
My mother was pregnant with my sister and was due a scan, I went with her as it was the school summer holidays. It was also my 10th birthday and the person doing the scan was the person that delivered me 10 years previously.
In proper PH style I bought an MX5, the dealer is about 50 miles away and when we went over the documents the previous owner was local, not big surprise though given it's the nearest Mazda dealer.
A few years later I was at the same dealer again helping someone else buy a car and he showed me another MX5 which I decided to buy. Going through the paperwork we spotted it was the same previous owner.
In proper PH style I bought an MX5, the dealer is about 50 miles away and when we went over the documents the previous owner was local, not big surprise though given it's the nearest Mazda dealer.
A few years later I was at the same dealer again helping someone else buy a car and he showed me another MX5 which I decided to buy. Going through the paperwork we spotted it was the same previous owner.
Doofus said:
FerdiZ28 said:
A rugby pony is a pony used/maintained by rugby players
That is not a thing.I'm going for a punt on it being an agricultural college attached to a uni, we have one near us. It's not Southwell is it? ( tht would be a coincidence) as it has an agricultural bit of the local uni there and could be described as having a co-op and a church.
Having a horse knocking about might be more normal in farming communities and families.
Like some people on here have a 'spare' car just in case. That must be odd to many many people.
Pre booked a seat on the Virgin train from Preston to Birmingham New Street the other week to collect a car. I collected my ticket but did not look at the seat number or carriage I had been allocated.
The train pulls into the station I get on and randomly found a window seat and sat down.
Thought I better check my ticket to see which seat I had been allocated as the carriage was getting busier.
On looking at my ticket I was stunned to find out I had actually sat down in the seat I had been allocated in the carriage (of 9) I had been allocated.
Seat 63F coach E.
The train pulls into the station I get on and randomly found a window seat and sat down.
Thought I better check my ticket to see which seat I had been allocated as the carriage was getting busier.
On looking at my ticket I was stunned to find out I had actually sat down in the seat I had been allocated in the carriage (of 9) I had been allocated.
Seat 63F coach E.
In San Francisco last year and parked on the north side of Golden Gate bridge. Had to drive right to the top to park but walked down to get some pics. The walk up was a bugger so i started. out of hope more than necessity, to thumb a lift. Finally a pick up stopped two girls in it said thanks and jumped in The driver enquired where i was from so i said,' Not Australia' Her friend said 'No hes from the UK' ( she was English) then asked where from.
{If you ever read about my experience in Detroit with a teacher in Sept 2001, i said a small place near London. called Bracknell)
Oh she says 'My gran lives there in Birch Hill' ... I just said 'Do you know Gt Hollands?' She confirmed that she did
THEN
Last year a a day trip to Copenhagen. with my BiL, as it was piddling down got on the bus and went on the Brewery tour.. (Try the 1883 brew') On the bus coming back sat downstairs and there was a couple on the back seat in the corner, I happened to be in the seat facing them so just to be polite mentioned the bus was a bit packed.She started up a conversation and asked 'Are you from England?',
'Yes'
'Oh we are from Ireland'
'Whereabouts?'
'Rosslare'
'i went there with a scout troop back in the 70's and stayed on my mates Aunts Farm just north of the Strand, There was a stranded wreck there'
'Oh Just past where we live', ( it was the next farm'. 'Where are you from?'
'Bracknell'
'We lived there in Harmanswater before we moved to Rosslare.Just opposite the Dentist'
'Thats my Dentist'
Then the husband Spoke 'Yes we moved about 20 yrs ago'
BiL looked up as the Husbands Scottish and asked 'Where in Scotland are you from?'
'Just north of Larbert, ,small village near ( BiL finishes of his sentence with him) Stirling. That where i live'
Spooky
{If you ever read about my experience in Detroit with a teacher in Sept 2001, i said a small place near London. called Bracknell)
Oh she says 'My gran lives there in Birch Hill' ... I just said 'Do you know Gt Hollands?' She confirmed that she did
THEN
Last year a a day trip to Copenhagen. with my BiL, as it was piddling down got on the bus and went on the Brewery tour.. (Try the 1883 brew') On the bus coming back sat downstairs and there was a couple on the back seat in the corner, I happened to be in the seat facing them so just to be polite mentioned the bus was a bit packed.She started up a conversation and asked 'Are you from England?',
'Yes'
'Oh we are from Ireland'
'Whereabouts?'
'Rosslare'
'i went there with a scout troop back in the 70's and stayed on my mates Aunts Farm just north of the Strand, There was a stranded wreck there'
'Oh Just past where we live', ( it was the next farm'. 'Where are you from?'
'Bracknell'
'We lived there in Harmanswater before we moved to Rosslare.Just opposite the Dentist'
'Thats my Dentist'
Then the husband Spoke 'Yes we moved about 20 yrs ago'
BiL looked up as the Husbands Scottish and asked 'Where in Scotland are you from?'
'Just north of Larbert, ,small village near ( BiL finishes of his sentence with him) Stirling. That where i live'
Spooky
Edited by silverfoxcc on Thursday 15th November 22:33
Edited by silverfoxcc on Friday 16th November 09:31
In the early seventies when in my teens I used to holiday on a sheep farm in North Wales. I lived in Nottingham at the time.
The owners grandchildren were always there all summer, down from Newcastle where they lived.
One summer I had a wonderful time with a certain young lady, one of the grandchildren.
I still visit the sheep farm, to catch up with the various family members - so a couple of years ago I'm there and find out the father of the young lady now lives in Gatehouse of Fleet (population 1024), where my elderly parents moved to (from Nottingham) some fifteen years ago.
Whilst in Gatehouse I pay the father a visit, (not seen him for 40 years), to find out he has Parkinson's - and as a result had fallen over and visited the doctor for a cut to the head.
The doctor turned out to be my BIL. My little sister moved to Gatehouse (from Leicester) to be near my parents some years ago.
I enjoy tracking friends from my youth. Was back in Nottingham recently (from New Zealand) meeting up with old swimming club mates, great fun.
Blib said:
Johnspex said:
Doofus said:
I was reading PH the other day and somebody used some punctuation. Then somebody else replied, and they used some too!
No!, You're making that up. Quite the most unlikely thing to happen.
Just after finishing college in the 90's myself and 11 friends went on a summer holiday to Magaluf, one night whilst there we went to a club where Pat Sharp (Fun House Fame) was DJ'ing, Under the influence, I thought it would be great if I scaled the DJ booth, reached over the Glass partition and ruffled his Mullet (seemed funny at the time).
Fast forward 4 years later, a friend is in his final year of Uni, and moved into a new house with new house mates, gets familiar with one girl, one day shes showing him a photo album including when she went to Magaluf, one picture is of her and her mates having a group photo, in the background is myself 12ft up a DJ booth rustling Pat Sharps Mullet. She was from a town 200 miles from the university and a further 100 miles of the town we all grew up in. I do love coincidences.
Fast forward 4 years later, a friend is in his final year of Uni, and moved into a new house with new house mates, gets familiar with one girl, one day shes showing him a photo album including when she went to Magaluf, one picture is of her and her mates having a group photo, in the background is myself 12ft up a DJ booth rustling Pat Sharps Mullet. She was from a town 200 miles from the university and a further 100 miles of the town we all grew up in. I do love coincidences.
I called a photographer client regarding an upcoming delivery and the call was answered by a woman who I assumed was his wife. He couldn't come to the phone apparently as he was in the middle of a product shoot. I had a brief and friendly conversation with the woman I assumed was his wife and ultimately said my goodbyes saying I would call back later.
It was only as I was hanging up and the woman said "Catch ya later dude.", I vaguely recognised the voice as sounding like my sister! I called my sister on her phone and, it was her (her voice sounded different enough on his phone for me not to recognise her straight away) - turned out she was the one who commissioned the photoshoot with my client and had answered his phone at his request!
Freaked me out, that did.
It was only as I was hanging up and the woman said "Catch ya later dude.", I vaguely recognised the voice as sounding like my sister! I called my sister on her phone and, it was her (her voice sounded different enough on his phone for me not to recognise her straight away) - turned out she was the one who commissioned the photoshoot with my client and had answered his phone at his request!
Freaked me out, that did.
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