Was driving back from London earlier listening to LBC and then thought I really want to hear some christmas songs, particularly "Driving home for Christmas", changed the station to Magic and Chris Rea's song was playing.
The other week was listening to an audiobook and heard the name Lorna Doone, never heard of her before and looked her up.
The very next morning walking the kids to school and looked up at house that I must have passed 50 times and never looked at it before and sure enough they had called their house Lorna Doone. Wasn't a case of not acknowledging it before, I had genuinely never looked up at it before.
Weird.
Anyone else experience this sort of witchcraft?
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Watched 'Schitts Creek' with the Mrs on Monday... There was a headlice outbreak.
Get an email from Nursery yesterday... There is a headlice outbreak...
Coincidence, absolutely but an unusual one!
Not so sure with the Driving Home for Christmas song. First time I've put music radio on for xmas songs this year and was solely that song that had come in my head as I was driving.
Wasn't in usual rush hour/ drive time either. There must be 15 to 20 songs that are xmas mainstays played at this time of year and i don't think we're that far into xmas that it's 24/7 xmas songs yet plus adverts and news breaks so there was a relatively low probability of it being on the first station I flicked to.
I was at a stag do in Prague a few years back.
When coming out of a club at silly o'clock, I was approached by a lady who latched onto me and asked if I would like to engage in sexy time for cash.
As I was pretty sure that I was going to be the one paying the cash in the arrangement, I politely declined.
When I woke up the next day I realised that I had 'lost' my wallet. I never keep cash in my wallet but it did contain all of my bank cards and my driving license. I called the bank to cancel my cards.
Upon returning to sunny Eltham I received my new bank cards and did nothing about the driving license (as I was not driving at the time).
About 3 months later I got home from work to find a post it note through the letterbox with a mobile number and "Mr Suede...please call me on Tel xxxxx xxxxxx".
I called the number where a woman answered. She lived in the next road to me in Eltham. She told me that her Mum (who lived in Coventry) was recently on holiday in Prague and had seen my drivers license in a shop window on a 'lost' board. As she saw my address was in Eltham (where her daughter lived) - she somehow retrieved it from the shop and posted in to her daughter to give it back to me.
I made the walk to the daughter's house (less than 1 minute away) - thanked her and her mother and collected the license.
It still amazes me as to how that set of coincidences could happen........to the point where I have often wondered if the mother was in fact that Brass in Prague?!?
One summer holiday we went to the Isle of Wight for a holiday and went to Blackgang Chine and I ran into two of the other boys, all on the same play area bit, all there independent of each other.
I know lots of families go there and it was the holidays, but still, 3 out of about 11 kids all in exactly the same place at the same time by chance about 4 hours away from where you all live was odd.
Around 2009/10, we rented a house in Cape Town for a big family holiday, via a local South African property agent. I got a bit nosy towards the end of the trip and tried to work out who owned the house (and why they didn't want to live in it in mid-summer in SA). There were some clues dotted around (names in old books etc.), so I did some googling and soon wished I hadn't - it transpired that the owner, an English airline pilot, had been swept out to sea and drowned in mysterious circumstances a few years before. This already spooked us for the last few days of our stay.
A year later, I was hosting a business event in Frankfurt and got chatting to a couple of the guests (one German, one English) about holidays, mentioning my SA trip. The English guy said how much he loved Cape Town and asked whereabouts we stayed. When I said Camps Bay, he said that he had recently inherited a property there from his brother, who had tragically drowned. And yes, he was an airline pilot. It was the same house.
At first he refused to believe me, so insisted that I describe the layout and how I would get to the house from the Table Mountain cable car(!). He was eventually convinced and as spooked as I was. We stayed in touch and he texted me a photo of his view from the balcony when he next visited.
This still sends a shiver down my spine ten years later.
Within a minute of scrolling down Oldham’s Wikipedia page I see that one of their most famous supporters is Brian Cox....
And to add to the coincidence, this only occurred about 5 mins before stumbling across this coincidence thread on Charlton Life!
On this particular occasion is was being held at the other CAFC.
My colleague and our skipper all made the trip.
En route our skipper regaled us with tales of his midnight exploits after a recent golfing trip to Spain, one especially made his holiday as it had involved a ‘brass and a lilo’.
Oh how my colleague and I laughed as we were escorted into the meeting and our skipper looked like he had just seen a ghost, ran out of the door muttering under his breath.
The only word of which we could make out was ‘lilo’.
Yep, one of those at the meeting clearly had another string to her bow when visiting foreign climes.
Still, he never bothered coming on away days again after that, of which we were very grateful 🤣🤣
Jumped on a tube when we got back to London after the game and one of my mates started talking to a girl in the carriage. When he told her where we'd been she said "oh, my boyfriend's a Charlton fan and explained he was supposed to pick her up on his way back from the game but had crashed so told her to get the train and he'd meet her in London".
She gave me a very funny look when I asked if his name was *** *** which of course it was. This was before the days of mobile phones so she was pretty worried but we were able to assure her he was fine.
2 mins later out the changing rooms walked another mate (and his daughter) who also played in defence for same team.
Got chatting and the club in question was SIMBA.
I told him that I used to play against them years ago and I missed the 86 maradona hand of god game because I was in the brook A & E after top edging a short ball resulting in my nose being plastered all over my face.
Told him the bowler was a young tall quickie called Eli.
Turns out it was Eli I was talking to.
Not sure who laughed longest, him or colleagues in my office.