My brother, sister and I were all born at ten past the hour on a Tuesday. My brother. sister and I all married people with double initials (e.g. AA, SS, MM). I did this twice. My two daughters were born at last orders time (ten to the hour) when pubs used to shut at 11pm and at 2pm on a Sunday.
So, I usually take out the family for Christmas Day lunch. The pub we go to is in Kent so Tier 3. I took the decision to cancel the booking and opt for their cook at home option instead. This was a few days ago. Tonight, I get the result of my Covid test which was asymptomatic positive and we won’t now be able to go in any case. Premonition or what
Used to work in an office with one other lad, his mate who he has known since school works for Barclays. I've known @TelMc32 since school, he works for Barclays and guess who he shares an office with?
No-one mate. I’ve been working from home since March 🤷🏻♂️
My mother was buying a hat in Bromley for a wedding somewhere in Nottinghamshire. Another woman she had never met liked the hat she had chosen and decided to buy it as well. They were both at wedding in Nottinghamshire wearing the same hat unaware at the time of purchase that they were buying the same hat for the same event in Nottinghamshire.
so two months ago one of my boys was super organised and bought his mum’s xmas card. Turned the house over in the last week but couldn’t find it, so I went out Monday and bought him another one.
Found the original last night and turns out we’d bought exactly the same card.
Cue a newsagent complaining on Twitter that some bloke in a Charlton shirt came into the shop today, refolded all the newspapers, took a picture and left...?
Yesterday after JFC scored I said we could get two goals in a couple of minutes as Wimbledon had done, lo and behold Williams then scored. Spooky or what?
Many years ago I was on my way home from a game at the Valley and was dropping in to my mum and dads house on my way, they lived just outside Stockport.
I was on the M25 when I noticed I had been behind the same car for a while. When we got to the M1 junction he went north and I followed and as he drove at a speed I normally drove at and and we had similar motorway driving styles I was happy enough to stay behind him. At J19 he took the M6 and I duly followed and I was now more than curious as to where he was heading and this curiosity increased when he indicated to come off for the M56 towards Manchester as did I. He then came off the motorway at my junction and headed towards Bramhall where my parents lived and by now I am sticking to him like glue to see where he ended up!
As we neared my parents area I was getting close to where I would turn off and was laughing to myself at how far we had followed each other when his indicator went on to turn right, I was gobsmacked! We went down a couple of residential roads and then to my utter shock he turned in to my parents road - a cul de sac. At this point I actually hesitated before following him.
As I turned in he slammed his brakes on, jumped out of his car, ran to my door and screamed 'ok, lets just have it out now, at what effing point did I piss you off?'
Turned out he lived four doors from my parents and was on his way back from working in Kent somewhere. He had clocked me in his mirror and was doing exactly the same, keeping a steady speed and as we got further in to the journey he was also curious as to how far I would follow. He only got concerned when I followed him in to Bramhall and when I followed him in to the cul de sac he was convinced I was some nutter on his case!
Posted this a few years back on the weird stories thread...
Moved to Saudi for a few years as a kid. Lived on a compound with a mix of Brits, Dutch, Aussies, Japanese, Germans and Americans, basically people from all corners of the globe.
Day we moved onto the compound my mum got chatting to a neighbour who lived across the road and my mum was convinced she recognised her.
Got speaking and the woman said she used to work in hospitals, explained what she did, what area she worked in and what years etc. Mum went and got the photo album and opened up the pictures of the day I was born and found one of the midwife who delivered me holding me...the same woman who was now stood in front of us 13 odd years later thousands of miles away and living across the road.
Many years ago I was on my way home from a game at the Valley and was dropping in to my mum and dads house on my way, they lived just outside Stockport.
I was on the M25 when I noticed I had been behind the same car for a while. When we got to the M1 junction he went north and I followed and as he drove at a speed I normally drove at and and we had similar motorway driving styles I was happy enough to stay behind him. At J19 he took the M6 and I duly followed and I was now more than curious as to where he was heading and this curiosity increased when he indicated to come off for the M56 towards Manchester as did I. He then came off the motorway at my junction and headed towards Bramhall where my parents lived and by now I am sticking to him like glue to see where he ended up!
As we neared my parents area I was getting close to where I would turn off and was laughing to myself at how far we had followed each other when his indicator went on to turn right, I was gobsmacked! We went down a couple of residential roads and then to my utter shock he turned in to my parents road - a cul de sac. At this point I actually hesitated before following him.
As I turned in he slammed his brakes on, jumped out of his car, ran to my door and screamed 'ok, lets just have it out now, at what effing point did I piss you off?'
Turned out he lived four doors from my parents and was on his way back from working in Kent somewhere. He had clocked me in his mirror and was doing exactly the same, keeping a steady speed and as we got further in to the journey he was also curious as to how far I would follow. He only got concerned when I followed him in to Bramhall and when I followed him in to the cul de sac he was convinced I was some nutter on his case!
You really should take a break on a journey that long! 😉
Many years ago I was on my way home from a game at the Valley and was dropping in to my mum and dads house on my way, they lived just outside Stockport.
I was on the M25 when I noticed I had been behind the same car for a while. When we got to the M1 junction he went north and I followed and as he drove at a speed I normally drove at and and we had similar motorway driving styles I was happy enough to stay behind him. At J19 he took the M6 and I duly followed and I was now more than curious as to where he was heading and this curiosity increased when he indicated to come off for the M56 towards Manchester as did I. He then came off the motorway at my junction and headed towards Bramhall where my parents lived and by now I am sticking to him like glue to see where he ended up!
As we neared my parents area I was getting close to where I would turn off and was laughing to myself at how far we had followed each other when his indicator went on to turn right, I was gobsmacked! We went down a couple of residential roads and then to my utter shock he turned in to my parents road - a cul de sac. At this point I actually hesitated before following him.
As I turned in he slammed his brakes on, jumped out of his car, ran to my door and screamed 'ok, lets just have it out now, at what effing point did I piss you off?'
Turned out he lived four doors from my parents and was on his way back from working in Kent somewhere. He had clocked me in his mirror and was doing exactly the same, keeping a steady speed and as we got further in to the journey he was also curious as to how far I would follow. He only got concerned when I followed him in to Bramhall and when I followed him in to the cul de sac he was convinced I was some nutter on his case!
You really should take a break on a journey that long! 😉
Many years ago my wife and I traveled in a mini bus from Bangkok in Thailand, north to Chang Mia and Chang Rai. We shared the 5 day journey with Margret a very eccentric Australian lady from Melbourne. Some years later we were in Vancouver airport waiting for a flight back to the U.K. when I spotted Margret waiting for a flight back to Australia. She had apparently been touring Alaska in a motorhome. Wow.
Many years ago I was on my way home from a game at the Valley and was dropping in to my mum and dads house on my way, they lived just outside Stockport.
I was on the M25 when I noticed I had been behind the same car for a while. When we got to the M1 junction he went north and I followed and as he drove at a speed I normally drove at and and we had similar motorway driving styles I was happy enough to stay behind him. At J19 he took the M6 and I duly followed and I was now more than curious as to where he was heading and this curiosity increased when he indicated to come off for the M56 towards Manchester as did I. He then came off the motorway at my junction and headed towards Bramhall where my parents lived and by now I am sticking to him like glue to see where he ended up!
As we neared my parents area I was getting close to where I would turn off and was laughing to myself at how far we had followed each other when his indicator went on to turn right, I was gobsmacked! We went down a couple of residential roads and then to my utter shock he turned in to my parents road - a cul de sac. At this point I actually hesitated before following him.
As I turned in he slammed his brakes on, jumped out of his car, ran to my door and screamed 'ok, lets just have it out now, at what effing point did I piss you off?'
Turned out he lived four doors from my parents and was on his way back from working in Kent somewhere. He had clocked me in his mirror and was doing exactly the same, keeping a steady speed and as we got further in to the journey he was also curious as to how far I would follow. He only got concerned when I followed him in to Bramhall and when I followed him in to the cul de sac he was convinced I was some nutter on his case!
A few years ago, @guinnessaddick was driving us up to Huddersfield for our first game at the then new John Smiths stadium. It was in the days before sat nav and we didn't have a map of Huddersfield, but we came up behind a car packed with four lads all wearing shirts and with Huddersfield scarves along the back window. What a stroke of luck!
So we followed them all over the place, up into the hills and around all these streets as we assumed they were looking for somewhere to park. Then they pulled in to a little street and all got out and went into a house...weren't heading to the ground at all the little feckers!!!! 🤣🤣
Many years ago I was on my way home from a game at the Valley and was dropping in to my mum and dads house on my way, they lived just outside Stockport.
I was on the M25 when I noticed I had been behind the same car for a while. When we got to the M1 junction he went north and I followed and as he drove at a speed I normally drove at and and we had similar motorway driving styles I was happy enough to stay behind him. At J19 he took the M6 and I duly followed and I was now more than curious as to where he was heading and this curiosity increased when he indicated to come off for the M56 towards Manchester as did I. He then came off the motorway at my junction and headed towards Bramhall where my parents lived and by now I am sticking to him like glue to see where he ended up!
As we neared my parents area I was getting close to where I would turn off and was laughing to myself at how far we had followed each other when his indicator went on to turn right, I was gobsmacked! We went down a couple of residential roads and then to my utter shock he turned in to my parents road - a cul de sac. At this point I actually hesitated before following him.
As I turned in he slammed his brakes on, jumped out of his car, ran to my door and screamed 'ok, lets just have it out now, at what effing point did I piss you off?'
Turned out he lived four doors from my parents and was on his way back from working in Kent somewhere. He had clocked me in his mirror and was doing exactly the same, keeping a steady speed and as we got further in to the journey he was also curious as to how far I would follow. He only got concerned when I followed him in to Bramhall and when I followed him in to the cul de sac he was convinced I was some nutter on his case!
A few years ago, @guinnessaddick was driving us up to Huddersfield for our first game at the then new John Smiths stadium. It was in the days before sat nav and we didn't have a map of Huddersfield, but we came up behind a car packed with four lads all wearing shirts and with Huddersfield scarves along the back window. What a stroke of luck!
So we followed them all over the place, up into the hills and around all these streets as we assumed they were looking for somewhere to park. Then they pulled in to a little street and all got out and went into a house...weren't heading to the ground at all the little feckers!!!! 🤣🤣
A better reception than we got in Barnsley, when asking for directions to the ground.
Many years ago I was on my way home from a game at the Valley and was dropping in to my mum and dads house on my way, they lived just outside Stockport.
I was on the M25 when I noticed I had been behind the same car for a while. When we got to the M1 junction he went north and I followed and as he drove at a speed I normally drove at and and we had similar motorway driving styles I was happy enough to stay behind him. At J19 he took the M6 and I duly followed and I was now more than curious as to where he was heading and this curiosity increased when he indicated to come off for the M56 towards Manchester as did I. He then came off the motorway at my junction and headed towards Bramhall where my parents lived and by now I am sticking to him like glue to see where he ended up!
As we neared my parents area I was getting close to where I would turn off and was laughing to myself at how far we had followed each other when his indicator went on to turn right, I was gobsmacked! We went down a couple of residential roads and then to my utter shock he turned in to my parents road - a cul de sac. At this point I actually hesitated before following him.
As I turned in he slammed his brakes on, jumped out of his car, ran to my door and screamed 'ok, lets just have it out now, at what effing point did I piss you off?'
Turned out he lived four doors from my parents and was on his way back from working in Kent somewhere. He had clocked me in his mirror and was doing exactly the same, keeping a steady speed and as we got further in to the journey he was also curious as to how far I would follow. He only got concerned when I followed him in to Bramhall and when I followed him in to the cul de sac he was convinced I was some nutter on his case!
A few years ago, @guinnessaddick was driving us up to Huddersfield for our first game at the then new John Smiths stadium. It was in the days before sat nav and we didn't have a map of Huddersfield, but we came up behind a car packed with four lads all wearing shirts and with Huddersfield scarves along the back window. What a stroke of luck!
So we followed them all over the place, up into the hills and around all these streets as we assumed they were looking for somewhere to park. Then they pulled in to a little street and all got out and went into a house...weren't heading to the ground at all the little feckers!!!! 🤣🤣
A better reception than we got in Barnsley, when asking for directions to the ground.
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Tommy Cooper - London Palladium (c) 1975
A few years back, I was driving through Welwyn Garden City (we live in that area) when I spotted a side road ... Cypress Avenue.
I had never noticed it before ... but I smiled a knowing smile to myself.
I almost didn't bother to look down the road as I drove by ... but, when I did ... oh my!
Parked outside one of the houses, and presumably delivering groceries ... there was a Morrison's van.
Spooky or what?
I was on the M25 when I noticed I had been behind the same car for a while. When we got to the M1 junction he went north and I followed and as he drove at a speed I normally drove at and and we had similar motorway driving styles I was happy enough to stay behind him. At J19 he took the M6 and I duly followed and I was now more than curious as to where he was heading and this curiosity increased when he indicated to come off for the M56 towards Manchester as did I. He then came off the motorway at my junction and headed towards Bramhall where my parents lived and by now I am sticking to him like glue to see where he ended up!
As we neared my parents area I was getting close to where I would turn off and was laughing to myself at how far we had followed each other when his indicator went on to turn right, I was gobsmacked! We went down a couple of residential roads and then to my utter shock he turned in to my parents road - a cul de sac. At this point I actually hesitated before following him.
As I turned in he slammed his brakes on, jumped out of his car, ran to my door and screamed 'ok, lets just have it out now, at what effing point did I piss you off?'
Turned out he lived four doors from my parents and was on his way back from working in Kent somewhere. He had clocked me in his mirror and was doing exactly the same, keeping a steady speed and as we got further in to the journey he was also curious as to how far I would follow. He only got concerned when I followed him in to Bramhall and when I followed him in to the cul de sac he was convinced I was some nutter on his case!
Moved to Saudi for a few years as a kid. Lived on a compound with a mix of Brits, Dutch, Aussies, Japanese, Germans and Americans, basically people from all corners of the globe.
Day we moved onto the compound my mum got chatting to a neighbour who lived across the road and my mum was convinced she recognised her.
Got speaking and the woman said she used to work in hospitals, explained what she did, what area she worked in and what years etc. Mum went and got the photo album and opened up the pictures of the day I was born and found one of the midwife who delivered me holding me...the same woman who was now stood in front of us 13 odd years later thousands of miles away and living across the road.
Absolutely!
We shared the 5 day journey with Margret a very eccentric Australian lady from Melbourne.
Some years later we were in Vancouver airport waiting for a flight back to the U.K. when I spotted Margret waiting for a flight back to Australia.
She had apparently been touring Alaska in a motorhome.
Wow.
This is brilliant @stockportaddick
A few years ago, @guinnessaddick was driving us up to Huddersfield for our first game at the then new John Smiths stadium. It was in the days before sat nav and we didn't have a map of Huddersfield, but we came up behind a car packed with four lads all wearing shirts and with Huddersfield scarves along the back window. What a stroke of luck!
So we followed them all over the place, up into the hills and around all these streets as we assumed they were looking for somewhere to park. Then they pulled in to a little street and all got out and went into a house...weren't heading to the ground at all the little feckers!!!! 🤣🤣