Once upon a time, a very long time ago my friend Tricia was carrying a half pint back to our table, from the bar, when someone jostled her, knocking it from her hand. She caught it with her other hand before it hit the ground
You know those moments in your life when something happens that you probably could never repeat.. you know like tossing a coin and having it land on it's edge? Knocking a fragile glass ornament off a high shelf onto a stone hearth.. and watching it bounce unscathed? Well 'm bored and I want to know your tales of improbable luck..
Why? well something "amusing" happened to me just 10 mins ago. I was cooking my dinner (a bit late I know) as I was impatiently waiting for the microwave to bing I was idly "juggling" the fork (if you can juggle a single object) you know tossing it, spinning it round , flicking it up in the air etc.
then I dropped it.. as I shot to catch it I actually somehow managed to kick it.. and shot it across the room where it embedded itself prongs first in the wall !! Very Blue Raja !!
"I'm a superhero, mother. An effete British superhero, to be precise. The Blue Raja is my name. I am pilfering your silverware because... I hurl it. I hurl it with a deadly accuracy... and yes, I know I don't wear much blue and I speak in a British accent, but if you know your history it really does make perfect sense."
What odd/amusing things have happened to you??
Once upon a time, a very long time ago my friend Tricia was carrying a half pint back to our table, from the bar, when someone jostled her, knocking it from her hand. She caught it with her other hand before it hit the ground
"If you rebel against high heels, take care to do so in a very smart hat.'' George Bernard Shaw
I stayed for a summer at Johanna's house in Wales many many years ago. To earn a few quid, I did night time security for a festival thingy in Holyhead. It was a windy night and the two of us on security were in the marqee standing in the bar area leaning against the bar and chatting (on the inside of the bar). We were looking out over the marqee when a stong gust of wind shook the walls.
Behind us there was the clatter of a glass falling over and then off the shelf.
I span round and caught it 2 feet off the ground.
Still dunno how I managed that.
I was once in a seminar at Uni and surreptitiously palming maltesers and scoffing them.
In an attempt to mask what was going on I would give a slight cough as I passed the malteser from hand to mouth.
One malteser got stuck and I coughed for real.
The malteser shot up the back of my nasal passage and lodged in the top of my nose.
At which point I discovered that I had no hankie with me.
Not daring to do anything, since I feared that precipitate action might lead to the malteser being explosively expelled in a random direction, I spent the rest of the seminar tilting my head back while tears ran down my face snot ran down my throat.
As soon as the seminar finished I rushed into the nearest loo and blew my nose in my fingers. The relief was intense.
I remember nothing of the seminar and have been paranoid about going anywhere without a hankie ever since.
Last edited by Barry Shnikov; 27th-August-2006 at 10:30 AM. Reason: clarity
Once in Dusseldorf, in a small enlosed park area - you know the type; quiet street, paved area between buildings, benches, nice flagstones, shrubs and the like. My girlfriend and I had just eaten some take-away gnocchi from an italian restaurant. I crumpled up the tinfoil they came in, into a half-head sized bundle and threw it at the bin at the other side of the park, literally 12 metres away....the bin was the type that had a lid so you needed to post it through the slot..a slot not much bigger than the tinfoil..but it went in...girlfriend was so incredulous she had to go and check that her eyes didnt decieve her. Couldn't do that again in a million years Still makes me smile. Lame story, but true
I was in the OTC at uni, and on a summer camp we were asked to clear out beds from one of the hospitals in Edinburgh. We were in uniform, but one of the NCOs told us to leave our berets in the mini-bus. We all started throwing our berets into the mini-bus and I was on the far side of the crowd. Someone must have assumed that everyone was done and pushed the sliding door so that it was closing under momentum. I still had my beret in my hand at this point so I threw it in - and the door closed on the front edge, catching it mid-flight and leaving it jammed between the door and the side of the mini-bus. I don't know what was funnier - that, or the fact that everyone stopped mid-conversation when it happened.
I had a dance with Nina once.
Sigh.
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