I have perhaps 3500-4000 albums in my collection. I do not have any albums by anyone called Brigid. Then all of a sudden in the month of July I get two in the shape of Brigid Dawson and Brigid Mae Power – nothing intentional but it is a little odd.
Anyone else experienced any odd happenings recently?
Not recently but many years ago I bought A Trick Of The Tail and Pretzel Logic on the same day completely unaware that they contain the only references to ‘Squonks’ that I’m aware of in popular music. Creepy, eh?
In the past week 2 cyclists have got within a couple of metres of me and immediately fallen off.
Cyclist this morning had his own lane but apparently that wasn’t enough for him. I honked the horn at him to move over into his designated lane so that I could pass him safely. The fucker started dancing with me!
Unfucking believable!!
3 cyclists, out for my evening walk saw a guy who had fallen pretty hard. He looked pretty dazed, was being cared for, expect he was in an ambulance soon after.
Can you be my co-pilot?
Whilst at the SXSW festival in Austin Tx. @SteveT once bought the round of drinks in twice on the trot. Beat that for Strange & Weird. 👽🍻🍻👽
@Baron-Harkonnen Cheeky bugger – I was your unpaid tour guide – my drinks should have been complimentary
Not sure if this is really relevant, but I had an odd experience a few years ago that still puzzles and worries me, and makes me question my sanity.
I know a guy, let’s call him Fred, who is not a dead close friend but more a friend of a friend. I’ve known him for years, talked to him at parties, been with him at various group events like gigs and cinema visits, etc.
Anyway, one day I was walking down the street in Glasgow with my wife, who doesn’t really know Fred. And a car pulls up and Fred starts climbing out of the driver seat. I walk up to him and say hi, and Fred looks at me puzzled, but also laughing nervously in his very distinctive laugh. “That’s not me. I don’t know you mate”….
I say to him, it’s me! I know you! And he just point blank insists it’s not him, I’ve mistaken him for someone else.
After staring at him in bafflement, I just walked away. My wife thought I had gone insane. And I still can’t figure out if I have some weird facial recognition fault, or if Fred was playing some mind game with me.
I did mention this to the real Fred the next time I saw him, and he laughed a bit, but obviously just shared my wife’s view that I was crazy. (Or at least PRETENDED to….)
Are you sure it was the real Fred that you mentioned it to? …