That happened to me a few years back. I was walking out of my front door when I suddenly lost balance and fell on my side. Thankfully, grabbing onto the door handle helped slow my landing, so I was OK. Normally, I can tell when I'm falling over, but on that occasion, it just happened as if my legs gave way.This is a bit stupid for a case of minor strangeness but yesterday, I was walking along, nothing unusual in the least, when I suddenly pitched forward and (with surprising force) hit the ground. I didn't stumble, or slip, there was no obstacle in the way or uneven ground, and no one near enough to have tripped me. It just happened. Got some nasty scrapes and bruises to show for it, too.
Weird.
Here is my minor strangeness that I've decided is minorly strange enough to share:
Years ago I worked part time at a library. One of the newer patrons was an eccentric man my co-workers dubbed "The Fish Bucket Man" because he always carried the same kind of five gallon plastic bucket that someone's grandfather took fishing. It was hard to tell if the Fish Bucket Man was just odd, or some kind of genius, but he normally didn't talk to us peons.
One night after I'd finished my shift I entertained myself as I often do by making up doggerel songs and singing them to myself in my head. (As any normal person does.) This is the song, sung to the tune (and most of the words) of "Buffalo Gal": "Fish Bucket Man won't you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight; oh, Fish Bucket Man won't you come out tonight, and dance by the light of the moon." Repeat ad nauseam.
The next shift I worked, the Fish Bucket Man talked to me. He talked to me several times after that.
I stopped singing the song.
But don't forget it only works if you're holding a 3 week old dead fish in your right hand!We may be seeing the start of a new Slender Man type meme.
Try looking in a mirror at midnight and saying "Fish Bucket Man" three times
Is that what Boris was up to?But don't forget it only works if you're holding a 3 week old dead fish in your right hand!
Here is my minor strangeness that I've decided is minorly strange enough to share:
Years ago I worked part time at a library. One of the newer patrons was an eccentric man my co-workers dubbed "The Fish Bucket Man" because he always carried the same kind of five gallon plastic bucket that someone's grandfather took fishing. It was hard to tell if the Fish Bucket Man was just odd, or some kind of genius, but he normally didn't talk to us peons.
One night after I'd finished my shift I entertained myself as I often do by making up doggerel songs and singing them to myself in my head. (As any normal person does.) This is the song, sung to the tune (and most of the words) of "Buffalo Gal": "Fish Bucket Man won't you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight; oh, Fish Bucket Man won't you come out tonight, and dance by the light of the moon." Repeat ad nauseam.
The next shift I worked, the Fish Bucket Man talked to me. He talked to me several times after that.
I stopped singing the song.
Or maybe what the fish was upto.Is that what Boris was up to?
Am I right in thinking that the Countdown fella, Richard Whiteley, played the saxophone solo on this track?
But seriously, I think songs can have darn near the effect of a magic spell. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned my freakish Venus in Furs incident here, and not long too long ago on Twitter, a number of people reported ill effects from having Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty stuck in their heads. (The line "one more year and you will be happy" seemed to guarantee another year of being miserable.)
There's this bungalow near here I used to walk the dogs past it. It's the only building on the lane behind our house. Pensioner who lives there randomly put two big concrete blocks either side of the driveway on the grass verge. They're about a foot square. I've no idea what their function is. There's no need for them I can see.This is a bit stupid for a case of minor strangeness but yesterday, I was walking along, nothing unusual in the least, when I suddenly pitched forward and (with surprising force) hit the ground. I didn't stumble, or slip, there was no obstacle in the way or uneven ground, and no one near enough to have tripped me. It just happened. Got some nasty scrapes and bruises to show for it, too.
Weird.
That's no way to talk about Jeremy Hunt!!Is that what Boris was up to?
There's this bungalow near here I used to walk the dogs past it. It's the only building on the lane behind our house. Pensioner who lives there randomly put two big concrete blocks either side of the driveway on the grass verge. They're about a foot square. I've no idea what their function is. There's no need for them I can see.
Years ago, I was walking the dog(s) with one of my kids. He still talks about this now. For some reason, as we got next to the concrete blocks, I slipped and fell backwards with my head landing firmly smack square on one of the blocks. I couldn't quite believe it but I felt no pain, no dizziness, nothing. Just stood up and carried on walking. No ill effects afterwards (well, I dunno, maybe it could explain a lot). Apart from shock because... it didn't even hurt. Not one little bit. I still don't understand it and when we drive past kid often says "Remember that time when..."
I must have hit it at just the perfect angle for no consequences, somehow.
But seriously, I think songs can have darn near the effect of a magic spell. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned my freakish Venus in Furs incident here, and not long too long ago on Twitter, a number of people reported ill effects from having Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty stuck in their heads. (The line "one more year and you will be happy" seemed to guarantee another year of being miserable.)
Am I right in thinking that the Countdown fella, Richard Whiteley, played the saxophone solo on this track?
Guess what has been my earworm all day?This is either a minor strangeness or a coincidence but my friend and I were walking on Thursday and talking about old films (to be precise the first films we went to see at the cinema). She said hers was Born Free, which was my late mum's favourite film, and we chatted about it for a while. I hadn't thought of that film in years. Today, driving across the Wolds and listening to Desert Island Discs, the lady who was on chose the instrumental version of the song Born Free as one of her tracks. It made me think of my mum again, which was rather sweet.
No, and it wasn't Bob Holness, either.Am I right in thinking that the Countdown fella, Richard Whiteley, played the saxophone solo on this track?
Gravity storm.This is a bit stupid for a case of minor strangeness but yesterday, I was walking along, nothing unusual in the least, when I suddenly pitched forward and (with surprising force) hit the ground. I didn't stumble, or slip, there was no obstacle in the way or uneven ground, and no one near enough to have tripped me. It just happened. Got some nasty scrapes and bruises to show for it, too.
Weird.
Gravity storm.
There's this bungalow near here I used to walk the dogs past it. It's the only building on the lane behind our house. Pensioner who lives there randomly put two big concrete blocks either side of the driveway on the grass verge. They're about a foot square. I've no idea what their function is. There's no need for them I can see.
Years ago, I was walking the dog(s) with one of my kids. He still talks about this now. For some reason, as we got next to the concrete blocks, I slipped and fell backwards with my head landing firmly smack square on one of the blocks. I couldn't quite believe it but I felt no pain, no dizziness, nothing. Just stood up and carried on walking. No ill effects afterwards (well, I dunno, maybe it could explain a lot). Apart from shock because... it didn't even hurt. Not one little bit. I still don't understand it and when we drive past kid often says "Remember that time when..."
I must have hit it at just the perfect angle for no consequences, somehow.
Hacked?One for the conspiracy section. Should it feed one's paranoia that when i refreshed the Airbnb page on my web browser the tab turned to Russian ( i assume)?
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It returned to normal when i refreshed it again.
One for the conspiracy section. Should it feed one's paranoia that when i refreshed the Airbnb page on my web browser the tab turned to Russian ( i assume)?
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It returned to normal when i refreshed it again.
Hi ,sorry I missed the story re Venus in Furs. As a teenager{not in the 60s} I was a big fan of this song and the Velvet Underground..
But seriously, I think songs can have darn near the effect of a magic spell. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned my freakish Venus in Furs incident here, and not long too long ago on Twitter, a number of people reported ill effects from having Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty stuck in their heads. (The line "one more year and you will be happy" seemed to guarantee another year of being miserable.)
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