Porlock/Morlock?I can't help but mentally link Coleridge with H.G. Wells.
A coconut for the poster who can say why.
I know the reason.
I've was listening to the radio adaptation of "Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency" yesterday. Part of the plot involves Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Hadn't heard anything regarding him in a long time.
In today's news : they've found his remains.
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2...leridge-poet-remains-rediscovered-wine-cellar
DOUBLE COINCIDENCE ALERT
I am currently listening to Iron Maiden's "Rime Of The Ancient Mariner" :thrash:
Ditto snap.... he is missed :-(That makes me think of Rynner. I hope he's ok.
So, 10 mins ago, I made a weak pun about Mott the Hoople on b3ta. 2 mins later I unwrap and open FT365. Turn a page... first thing I see is page three and the words "Mott the Hoople" in a fullpage ad for a concert.
Haven't heard them for a long time and now twice within 2 mins...
I had a notable synchronicity / coincidence incident a week ago Thursday ...
I had traveled back to my hometown to deal with probate issues on my late brother and continue with clearing out his home - the house in which we grew up. I finally excavated (I assure you - the most accurate term ... ) to the last corner of what had been his bedroom, and was surprised to find a stack of new-in-the-box apparel and shoes.
One box held a new pair of size 10 (US) walking shoes purchased in the 1980's but never worn. This was understandable. I recalled his shoe size as a 10 C (size 10; narrow width).
He and I were very active hikers / backpackers in the 1970's / 1980's, we preferred Danner boots, and we'd owned and worn out multiple pairs over the years. Another box held a new pair of Danner waterproof (GoreTex) boots with the sales slip attesting he'd bought them 30 years ago for over $100 (expensive for that timeframe). They showed no signs of ever having been worn.
This pair gave me pause, because they were a size 9.5 (US) in a medium (D) width. Owing to longstanding orthopedic issues, both he and I were always quite picky about shoe sizing and fit, so I couldn't understand why he'd purchased boots a half-size too small.
About an hour later a car pulled up at the old family home. It was a couple - old friends who'd retired to Ecuador 7 years ago, were visiting our hometown for the first time since emigration, and whose itinerary I'd matched to plan this latest trip.
The primary motivation for their trip back to the hometown was for shopping. The husband (the living friend I've known the longest, at circa 60 years) couldn't find apparel to fit in Ecuador. Though not especially tall or rotund, he'd been stymied by Ecuadorean stores' stock designed for smaller / shorter average Ecuadorean anthropometrics.
I asked him if there were any items he still needed to acquire to achieve his trip objectives. He said the main thing was a pair of good boots he could wear on his forays into the mountains and / or beyond into the Amazon basin region. He wanted to find something waterproof and relatively lightweight.
I asked him what shoe size he wore ...
"9 and a half"
I then asked what width he used ...
"Medium - a D width"
I reached behind my chair, pulled out the Danner box, handed it to him, and said, "Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas!"
They fit perfectly, and he was suitably stunned and grateful ...
If they'd visited a day earlier I'd not have discovered the boots yet. If they'd visited a day later they'd have already purchased other boots.
Anyway...
Last night I wanted to pop out late on. The bathroom clock said about 20:41 so I snapped it up a bit. Later I noticed that the clock was still at that time. It seems to have stopped the moment I saw it.
You are the Medusa.Anyway...
Last night I wanted to pop out late on. The bathroom clock said about 20:41 so I snapped it up a bit. Later I noticed that the clock was still at that time. It seems to have stopped the moment I saw it.
Great story! Reminds me of the wellies. I bought a pair of steel toecap wellies from a car boot sale, worn once, £2. They just appealed to me. I
washed them in the kitchen sink and out them out to dry, wondering why I'd wanted them - not even our size! - and my friend rang to ask if I had any such wellies in that very size for her son who was starting a college course. Yeah, I said, looking out at them drying in the sun...
Exactly the same thing happened again later, when I impulsively picked up another pair and my brother suddenly needed some.
And now you're known as "The person to see if you need wellies".
Anyway...
Last night I wanted to pop out late on. The bathroom clock said about 20:41 so I snapped it up a bit. Later I noticed that the clock was still at that time. It seems to have stopped the moment I saw it.
Would that she wereThat's ulalume's blog - good to know she's still posting even if it's not here.
A new MrOTT?This morning I see that MrOTT has dyed quite a lot of my whites a horrible shade of blue. Guess what my next purchase will be...
Ha! :domo:A new MrOTT?
How do you know it was 20.41 when you first looked at the clock?
When i was a kid i was playing in our local park with other kids, as we were playing hide and seek i ran through some bushes and stepped onto a plank of wood, i immediately screamed as a nail in the wood had gone straight through my shoe and my foot was impaled on it, a lad riding past on his bike came over and stood on the wood to keep it still and held me still, he shouted to his mate ring an ambulance, i was whisked away to hospital and made a complete recovery, fast forward 15yrs and my cousin started dating a guy and it was the same guy who came to my aid when i got impaled on the nail.
When Mr E brought this story up a few years later, James had forgotten about it. Which I think often seems to be the fortean way for some reason. Or are we forteans just more sensitive to the weirdness of the world.