My Grandfather's writing looks exactly the same as one of my old Primary school teachers, so much so that when I got my end of term report I was convinced my Granddad wrote it! Their writing is also very similar to that of my Father in law.tilly50 said:I think that I read somewhere that handwriting styles were learnt and so all those children taught in the same way ( would it be the same teacher or the same teaching method?) would develop similar script.
Zephyras makes an interesting point, does our handwriting reflect something in our genes? My eldest sons writing could be mistaken for my fathers, but my dad died several years before my son was born.
Burroughs was right then, never leave a hat on a bed.LaurenChurchill said:Anyway, the best mate and her bf went shopping. She bought a green hat. Not, greeny, not greenish. Green. She put in on the bed (when they got home), went outside, and when she came back in it was blue. Not bluey, not bluish. Blue. Her bf confirms it.
Eh? Would you be so kind as to find the actual quote please? I'm intrigued!HenryFort said:Burroughs was right then, never leave a hat on a bed.LaurenChurchill said:Anyway, the best mate and her bf went shopping. She bought a green hat. Not, greeny, not greenish. Green. She put in on the bed (when they got home), went outside, and when she came back in it was blue. Not bluey, not bluish. Blue. Her bf confirms it.
Yeah, that's what you told the store detective, escargot!escargot1 said:Yup, I thought of that too.
But as I always look at clothes in daylight before buying (by taking them to the front of the shop and holding them up to the window) I assumed that this person would've too.
I do this to ensure that everything I buy is green enough.
"Never leave a hat on a bed" - immortalised in a scene from Drugstore Cowboy, in which Burroughs also appears. Pretty sure it came from one version of Naked Lunch or other, or maybe Dead Fingers Talk - its junky voodoo folklore. A maxim to live by anyway, I know I always do. Im serious, I do.Mr_Seaweedski said:
Figured out what the nosie was, but not why. Outside my flat front door is a small landing, turn left and you've got the stairs, a small area to the left of the stairs, full of my junk, (Situated under the kitchen.) , but straight ahead a porch way and the front door on the left. Leaning against my junk is one of those two wheeled shopping trollies. The handle was tipped back (Where it wasn't before.), fair enough, it's a bit bent and dodgy, but the material bag bit has 'corners' sewn on the back that you have to lift over the trolly frame to hook on and off. Well that bit was slumped down. No sign of damage to the material or pulling, you would have to lift it first to get it off the frame. Nobody was in the hall all night, the cat was in with me, and besides, he would have had to completely knock the whole thing down and drag off the bag.akaWiintermoon said:Sorry to post again but I'm going to waffle on so I thought it would be easier on the eye than editing the last post.
Ok, not long put the (Central) heating on as it got a bit chilly. Came back into bedroom, cat asleep on the bed. Again, heard a loud thump noise from the kitchenish area.
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I'll update if anything else happens.
Can you take and post a picture of this area?Mikko85 said:...a few weeks ago I was walking the dog along a nearby track in the middle of fields, some way away from houses/people.
I remember in 1984 having this weird dream that involved a song.Diabolik8 said:yes but have you ever woken up with a tune in your head you've never heard before? it's happened to me more than a couple of times; the last of which left me humming it all morning.. and then.. before it dawns on me (slight pun there) 'hey I should pen this',
it's gone. never to be remembered again.