And talking about coincidentals. I went out Friday night and got completely hammered. And guess what, I went out on Saturday night and got completely hammered again. I mean, whats the chances of that happening two days on the trot?🥸
When I lived in Sidcup I'd walk the dog at the same time every morning and would say good morning to a fellow dog walker .He had a v distinctive appearance ( beard and bald) 2 days later I walked past him in Singapore
When I lived in Sidcup I'd walk the dog at the same time every morning and would say good morning to a fellow dog walker .He had a v distinctive appearance ( beard and bald) 2 days later I walked past him in Singapore
When I lived in Sidcup I'd walk the dog at the same time every morning and would say good morning to a fellow dog walker .He had a v distinctive appearance ( beard and bald) 2 days later I walked past him in Singapore
Singapore!?!?!? Blimey, when I had a dog I just used to walk him to the park and back.
In the nineteenth century, the famous stage actor Edwin Booth grabbed Robert Lincoln's collar, thereby saving him from falling under a moving train to his certain death.
Nothing remarkable there.
Except that, less than a year later, Edwin Booth's brother, John Wilkes Booth, went on to assassinate Robert Lincoln's brother, Abraham Lincoln.
Maarten de Jonge - a Dutch cyclist - was due to fly on the Malaysian Airlines flight MH370 in March 2014 to compete in the Tour de Taiwan. At the last minute, he decided to change his flight, leaving an hour later, in order to avoid a lengthy layover. Flight MH370 disappeared over the Indian Ocean.
There are a lot of tales about people making last-minute changes, thereby missing a fatal flight. What makes de Jonge's story so remarkable is that it happened again a few weeks later.
He was due to fly on MH17, but, again, made a last-minute change of plan and took a later flight, saving about $400. And his life. MH17 was shot down over Eastern Ukraine.
When I lived in Sidcup I'd walk the dog at the same time every morning and would say good morning to a fellow dog walker .He had a v distinctive appearance ( beard and bald) 2 days later I walked past him in Singapore
Singapore!?!?!? Blimey, when I had a dog I just used to walk him to the park and back.
Maarten de Jonge - a Dutch cyclist - was due to fly on the Malaysian Airlines flight MH370 in March 2014 to compete in the Tour de Taiwan. At the last minute, he decided to change his flight, leaving an hour later, in order to avoid a lengthy layover. Flight MH370 disappeared over the Indian Ocean.
There are a lot of tales about people making last-minute changes, thereby missing a fatal flight. What makes de Jonge's story so remarkable is that it happened again a few weeks later.
He was due to fly on MH17, but, again, made a last-minute change of plan and took a later flight, saving about $400. And his life. MH17 was shot down over Eastern Ukraine.
Some time around 2001, a girl named Laura Buxton released a helium balloon with her name and address on it, and a note saying "please return to Laura Buxton", from her grandparents' house in Staffordshire. Laura Buxton was a normal, fair haired, Year Five Primary school girl, who owned a three-year old black old labrador, and a rabbit. All very, very normal.
The balloon flew 140 miles, on a circuitous route, which ended up in the hands of a girl in Milton Lilbourne, Wiltshire, who followed the instructions and contacted the balloon's original owner. All very, very normal.
Except that the girl who retrieved the balloon was also a fair haired, year five primary school girl, who owned a three-year old black labrador and a rabbit. And her name was Laura Buxton.
The two Laura Buxtons arranged to meet. And when they saw each other they noticed: they were the same height, had their hair in the same style, each was wearing jeans and a pink jumper, and they were both carrying with them a pet each owned that they hadn't told the other about: guinea pigs with identical markings.
Had a beer last night and asked my pal at breakfast if he had any paracetamol. He said he had Nurofen, but I can’t take those as get a reaction to ibroprufen. My phone is charging back in the room.
after breakfast go back to the room, later on I pick up my phone and look at Facebook. First thing on my timeline is an advert for Nurofen.
That’s not a coincidence, that’s Zuck hiding under you bed.
Some time around 2001, a girl named Laura Buxton released a helium balloon with her name and address on it, and a note saying "please return to Laura Buxton", from her grandparents' house in Staffordshire. Laura Buxton was a normal, fair haired, Year Five Primary school girl, who owned a three-year old black old labrador, and a rabbit. All very, very normal.
The balloon flew 140 miles, on a circuitous route, which ended up in the hands of a girl in Milton Lilbourne, Wiltshire, who followed the instructions and contacted the balloon's original owner. All very, very normal.
Except that the girl who retrieved the balloon was also a fair haired, year five primary school girl, who owned a three-year old black labrador and a rabbit. And her name was Laura Buxton.
The two Laura Buxtons arranged to meet. And when they saw each other they noticed: they were the same height, had their hair in the same style, each was wearing jeans and a pink jumper, and they were both carrying with them a pet each owned that they hadn't told the other about: guinea pigs with identical markings.
I've seen a tv programme where this was mentioned, exactly as you said, same names etc but the girls lived in America.
About a year or so ago, I received a parcel outside our front door. The driver had just left it and driven off. The address was ever so slightly similar to ours, but definitely not one you’d get confused with if you read it properly.
Anyway, looked up the address and it was in a development about a mile and an half away, so jumped in the car and delivered it to the correct address. A lady answered the door and was really grateful as it was some decorations for her son’s first birthday. A brief chat and another thank you from her, and that was that.
Now fast forward to this week. We’ve got our house on the market and had one viewing on Tuesday morning as they couldn’t make it this weekend. I took the viewing as it was easier to manage on this occasion, but the agent would normally conduct them for us. So, I open the door and there stands the very same woman who I delivered the parcel to last year!
Now I feel bad as she’s not sold her place and we’ve had an offer from a first time buyer which we’ll likely accept, but we really wanted it to be her family that ended up moving here to almost “complete” the whole thing. Crazy.
Some time around 2001, a girl named Laura Buxton released a helium balloon with her name and address on it, and a note saying "please return to Laura Buxton", from her grandparents' house in Staffordshire. Laura Buxton was a normal, fair haired, Year Five Primary school girl, who owned a three-year old black old labrador, and a rabbit. All very, very normal.
The balloon flew 140 miles, on a circuitous route, which ended up in the hands of a girl in Milton Lilbourne, Wiltshire, who followed the instructions and contacted the balloon's original owner. All very, very normal.
Except that the girl who retrieved the balloon was also a fair haired, year five primary school girl, who owned a three-year old black labrador and a rabbit. And her name was Laura Buxton.
The two Laura Buxtons arranged to meet. And when they saw each other they noticed: they were the same height, had their hair in the same style, each was wearing jeans and a pink jumper, and they were both carrying with them a pet each owned that they hadn't told the other about: guinea pigs with identical markings.
I've seen a tv programme where this was mentioned, exactly as you said, same names etc but the girls lived in America.
It's been told a few times on American websites. It was originally reported in the Swindon Advertiser.
I HAVE to resurrect this thread for this story that has literally just happened to me... two years ago, I had been chatting up this girl online (met on a dating app) we chatted for a month or so, we never actually met but texted every day for a while, until it tailed off (as online dating tends to do)
cut to today. Me and the boys from work (all non-Charlton fans except me) went to a few games last year as a work outing and had a great time, so had decided to make today our first game of the season to come down to the Valley...
This morning about ten ish, I get a random text from an unknown number and guess what, it's her. We chat a bit and catch up... it's totally out of the blue and for whatever reason we had never actually met up or anything originally, but the chemistry was still there - I showed my buddies the texts and her picture - all good right It gets to the point where we are about to leave and I mention that I have to go because I'm about to hop on an underground train so my signal ain't gonna make it... (didn't say more than that at all)
I don't think much more of it, lovely to hear from her and turns out we are both single so i'm expecting maybe now is a better time, and maybe we can connect... but i'm excited to get to the game so it goes out of my mind.
So on the way back after the game, we pop back into the weatherspoons in Stratford for a couple of jars to celebrate the win and a good day out.
We have a few beers, few laughs, usual stuff, and at some point this cute blonde catches my eye - i point her out to one of my mates, she seems familiar but I can't quite place it... 5 mintes later then she comes over.
Yeah it was her.
She lives in Rochester (i'm in deepest Essex) She had the day out planned in advance same as we had, she had met up with a friend who lived nearby and decided to go for a drink - she chose today of all days in the last 2 years to message me. And there she fucking is standing in front of me.
It has absolutely blown my mind just the sequence of events that had to happen (and yes I know coincidences dn't work like that but still) Fuck.
Did you give her one 👍
Ye of little faith. An Addick can give two, three, or even more.
I HAVE to resurrect this thread for this story that has literally just happened to me... two years ago, I had been chatting up this girl online (met on a dating app) we chatted for a month or so, we never actually met but texted every day for a while, until it tailed off (as online dating tends to do)
cut to today. Me and the boys from work (all non-Charlton fans except me) went to a few games last year as a work outing and had a great time, so had decided to make today our first game of the season to come down to the Valley...
This morning about ten ish, I get a random text from an unknown number and guess what, it's her. We chat a bit and catch up... it's totally out of the blue and for whatever reason we had never actually met up or anything originally, but the chemistry was still there - I showed my buddies the texts and her picture - all good right It gets to the point where we are about to leave and I mention that I have to go because I'm about to hop on an underground train so my signal ain't gonna make it... (didn't say more than that at all)
I don't think much more of it, lovely to hear from her and turns out we are both single so i'm expecting maybe now is a better time, and maybe we can connect... but i'm excited to get to the game so it goes out of my mind.
So on the way back after the game, we pop back into the weatherspoons in Stratford for a couple of jars to celebrate the win and a good day out.
We have a few beers, few laughs, usual stuff, and at some point this cute blonde catches my eye - i point her out to one of my mates, she seems familiar but I can't quite place it... 5 mintes later then she comes over.
Yeah it was her.
She lives in Rochester (i'm in deepest Essex) She had the day out planned in advance same as we had, she had met up with a friend who lived nearby and decided to go for a drink - she chose today of all days in the last 2 years to message me. And there she fucking is standing in front of me.
It has absolutely blown my mind just the sequence of events that had to happen (and yes I know coincidences dn't work like that but still) Fuck.
Did you give her one 👍
Ye of little faith. An Addick can give two, three, or even more.
Maarten de Jonge - a Dutch cyclist - was due to fly on the Malaysian Airlines flight MH370 in March 2014 to compete in the Tour de Taiwan. At the last minute, he decided to change his flight, leaving an hour later, in order to avoid a lengthy layover. Flight MH370 disappeared over the Indian Ocean.
There are a lot of tales about people making last-minute changes, thereby missing a fatal flight. What makes de Jonge's story so remarkable is that it happened again a few weeks later.
He was due to fly on MH17, but, again, made a last-minute change of plan and took a later flight, saving about $400. And his life. MH17 was shot down over Eastern Ukraine.
Wiki - It has never been independently confirmed that de Jonge ever booked tickets for either flight. According to Slate, de Jonge only mentioned he wanted to fly on the day MH17 crashed, but he never mentioned that he booked a ticket for that flight. Slate also mentioned that there was no reason for de Jonge to book a flight on MH370.
Maarten de Jonge - a Dutch cyclist - was due to fly on the Malaysian Airlines flight MH370 in March 2014 to compete in the Tour de Taiwan. At the last minute, he decided to change his flight, leaving an hour later, in order to avoid a lengthy layover. Flight MH370 disappeared over the Indian Ocean.
There are a lot of tales about people making last-minute changes, thereby missing a fatal flight. What makes de Jonge's story so remarkable is that it happened again a few weeks later.
He was due to fly on MH17, but, again, made a last-minute change of plan and took a later flight, saving about $400. And his life. MH17 was shot down over Eastern Ukraine.
Wiki - It has never been independently confirmed that de Jonge ever booked tickets for either flight. According to Slate, de Jonge only mentioned he wanted to fly on the day MH17 crashed, but he never mentioned that he booked a ticket for that flight. Slate also mentioned that there was no reason for de Jonge to book a flight on MH370.
A dozen or so years ago I was put in touch with a lady on Facebook who had a sibling of my newly qualified Therapy dog Bailey. I’m now in contact with all the owners of siblings of my dogs but back then I thought it was a little strange.
Anyhow, I asked why and apparently there was a Charlton connection so we exchanged messages about the dogs etc for a day or so. After a week or so the lady asked if she could call me so we exchanged numbers we spoke about the dogs before getting onto football, curious I asked about the Charlton connection as she lives on the west coast of Scotland and she told me her dad used to play for us and he’s in the house now would I like to say hello, putting the phone onto speaker call an obviously elderly gentlemen a voice said “hello Ray” having no idea who idea who I asked who it was the answer came back “You might know me as Sailor Brown” followed by a roar of laughter.
I married a girl from Glasgow who had a Sister who married a bloke from Manchester. They came down to visit a while ago as Brother in Law wanted to visit Commonwealth War Graves site in Surrey. We went onto the Commissions website beforehand as he wanted to find details of his Uncle who was shot down over Germany during a sortie and killed. We found his information and whilst on there I said I'd look for info on my Great Uncle who also died whilst on a mission over Germany. I tapped in all his details but it came up on the same page as Bro in laws uncle. We thought I made a mistake and put details in again. To our disbelief it transpired they were on the same plane in a 3 man crew which was shot down that night over Hannover. So one Uncle from Manchester and one Uncle from Plymouth joined a newly formed small but elite Squadron in Lincolnshire to become colleagues and met their death together. Forty Five years later Two Girls from Glasgow married a Londoner and a Mancunian who had the Uncles on the same flight.
I married a girl from Glasgow who had a Sister who married a bloke from Manchester. They came down to visit a while ago as Brother in Law wanted to visit Commonwealth War Graves site in Surrey. We went onto the Commissions website beforehand as he wanted to find details of his Uncle who was shot down over Germany during a sortie and killed. We found his information and whilst on there I said I'd look for info on my Great Uncle who also died whilst on a mission over Germany. I tapped in all his details but it came up on the same page as Bro in laws uncle. We thought I made a mistake and put details in again. To our disbelief it transpired they were on the same plane in a 3 man crew which was shot down that night over Hannover. So one Uncle from Manchester and one Uncle from Plymouth joined a newly formed small but elite Squadron in Lincolnshire to become colleagues and met their death together. Forty Five years later Two Girls from Glasgow married a Londoner and a Mancunian who had the Uncles on the same flight.
I married a girl from Glasgow who had a Sister who married a bloke from Manchester. They came down to visit a while ago as Brother in Law wanted to visit Commonwealth War Graves site in Surrey. We went onto the Commissions website beforehand as he wanted to find details of his Uncle who was shot down over Germany during a sortie and killed. We found his information and whilst on there I said I'd look for info on my Great Uncle who also died whilst on a mission over Germany. I tapped in all his details but it came up on the same page as Bro in laws uncle. We thought I made a mistake and put details in again. To our disbelief it transpired they were on the same plane in a 3 man crew which was shot down that night over Hannover. So one Uncle from Manchester and one Uncle from Plymouth joined a newly formed small but elite Squadron in Lincolnshire to become colleagues and met their death together. Forty Five years later Two Girls from Glasgow married a Londoner and a Mancunian who had the Uncles on the same flight.
Some time around 2001, a girl named Laura Buxton released a helium balloon with her name and address on it, and a note saying "please return to Laura Buxton", from her grandparents' house in Staffordshire. Laura Buxton was a normal, fair haired, Year Five Primary school girl, who owned a three-year old black old labrador, and a rabbit. All very, very normal.
The balloon flew 140 miles, on a circuitous route, which ended up in the hands of a girl in Milton Lilbourne, Wiltshire, who followed the instructions and contacted the balloon's original owner. All very, very normal.
Except that the girl who retrieved the balloon was also a fair haired, year five primary school girl, who owned a three-year old black labrador and a rabbit. And her name was Laura Buxton.
The two Laura Buxtons arranged to meet. And when they saw each other they noticed: they were the same height, had their hair in the same style, each was wearing jeans and a pink jumper, and they were both carrying with them a pet each owned that they hadn't told the other about: guinea pigs with identical markings.
Except the balloon and note was actually found by a farmer in a hedge. Also, one Laura was ten and the other was nine.
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Nothing remarkable there.
Except that, less than a year later, Edwin Booth's brother, John Wilkes Booth, went on to assassinate Robert Lincoln's brother, Abraham Lincoln.
There are a lot of tales about people making last-minute changes, thereby missing a fatal flight. What makes de Jonge's story so remarkable is that it happened again a few weeks later.
He was due to fly on MH17, but, again, made a last-minute change of plan and took a later flight, saving about $400. And his life. MH17 was shot down over Eastern Ukraine.
lolways dog.
The balloon flew 140 miles, on a circuitous route, which ended up in the hands of a girl in Milton Lilbourne, Wiltshire, who followed the instructions and contacted the balloon's original owner. All very, very normal.
Except that the girl who retrieved the balloon was also a fair haired, year five primary school girl, who owned a three-year old black labrador and a rabbit. And her name was Laura Buxton.
The two Laura Buxtons arranged to meet. And when they saw each other they noticed: they were the same height, had their hair in the same style, each was wearing jeans and a pink jumper, and they were both carrying with them a pet each owned that they hadn't told the other about: guinea pigs with identical markings.
I've seen a tv programme where this was mentioned, exactly as you said, same names etc but the girls lived in America.
I just thought my story was a bit of a coincidence...
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.
The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters.
Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.
Both Presidents were shot on a Friday. Both were shot in the head.
Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy's secretary was named Lincoln.
Both were assassinated by Southerners. Both were succeeded by Southerners. Both successors were named Johnson.
Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.
John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.
Both assassins were known by their three names. Both names comprise fifteen letters.
Booth ran from the theatre and was caught in a warehouse.
Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theatre.
Booth and Oswald were both assassinated before their trials.
Wiki - It has never been independently confirmed that de Jonge ever booked tickets for either flight. According to Slate, de Jonge only mentioned he wanted to fly on the day MH17 crashed, but he never mentioned that he booked a ticket for that flight. Slate also mentioned that there was no reason for de Jonge to book a flight on MH370.
I’m now in contact with all the owners of siblings of my dogs but back then I thought it was a little strange.
After a week or so the lady asked if she could call me so we exchanged numbers we spoke about the dogs before getting onto football, curious I asked about the Charlton connection as she lives on the west coast of Scotland and she told me her dad used to play for us and he’s in the house now would I like to say hello, putting the phone onto speaker call an obviously elderly gentlemen a voice said “hello Ray” having no idea who idea who I asked who it was the answer came back “You might know me as Sailor Brown” followed by a roar of laughter.
We found his information and whilst on there I said I'd look for info on my Great Uncle who also died whilst on a mission over Germany.
I tapped in all his details but it came up on the same page as Bro in laws uncle. We thought I made a mistake and put details in again. To our disbelief it transpired they were on the same plane in a 3 man crew which was shot down that night over Hannover.
So one Uncle from Manchester and one Uncle from Plymouth joined a newly formed small but elite Squadron in Lincolnshire to become colleagues and met their death together.
Forty Five years later Two Girls from Glasgow married a Londoner and a Mancunian who had the Uncles on the same flight.