Weird Experiences

I was watching a clip on Youtube last week…I had watched it a few times before. It was a six and a half minute film of Royal Victoria Hospital Netley filmed in 1960. Now while watching it, I suddenly saw a woman slowly walking amongst a group of people and she’s quite promonant in the clip, and I realized that it was my mother who passed away suddenly in the 1980’s…I was totally gobsmacked to say the least, but also delighted as it’s another memory of her to keep…but I’d watched this clip a few times over the last few months and I can’t believe that I never noticed it before!

Anyway, anyone else got any weird experiences to share?..and I don’t mean one of your football drink meetups :wink:

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That is a great memory for you, jet sounds.

If anyone is interested in the history of Netley Military Hospital, then I’d like to recommend the book Spike Island: The Memory of a Military Hospital by Philip Hoare, which not only tells the fascinating history of the hospital but also delves into his life growing up in Sholing during the 1960s and beyond. Very interesting and very well written, imo

Weird experience for me, was recently, when I saw camcorder footage of me, Mrs sfcsim and my first born. It just seemed very strange watching it and how we interacted. Looking in from the outside, it seems like a lifetime ago, but was only 13 and half years ago.

Imcannot really explain it on here, but it does not seem real and like it is me and my wife. It just seems like you are watching others!

Something sort of strange that happened to me recently was that I visited a place on the Isle of Wight with my mother and eldest son a couple of years ago that I was absolutely convinced I’d never been to before. In fact, I said to lots of people, “can you believe it, I lived on the Isle of Wight for 38 years but I had never been to that place before”.

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I was scanning some photographs from my photo albums and there was a photo of me and my family stood in that exact place about 14 years ago. Prior to scanning that photo I would have wagered every penny I own that I’d never been to that place before visiting it with my mother and son 2 years ago. I suppose it just goes to show that we can’t always trust our memories.

Last year I was back at a windmill place in Amsterdam, which I went to with school 23 years pervouisly. Went to the same place where I had my picture taken in clogs and stood and went in the same shop at the place. I only remember the place because of photos that friends have of the trip. Without these photos I would have completely forgotten about the place.

This is verified by the old dear and the grandad. In 1970, my grandad decides he’s going to take his progeny, those that are old enough to go anyway, to see relatives in Karachi, Pakistan. They didn’t fly, but instead, went by ferry and land, driving across Europe and bits of Asia. The old dear was a particular fan of Austria, as I recall.

Anyway, on the final leg of the journey in, they are travelling this mountainous route around Afghanistan, and my mum, twelve years old and never been out of the country before, starts describing what is going to come up as they sweep around each turn, which she was able to do for some miles. She got it 100% correct.

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“more desert. Wait! Yes, i see it now. More desert. Dusty road. Poor ppl. Men wearing i.e. dresses + teatowels. Dead goat. More desert.”

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More like structures, actually. She’d tell them that they were coming up on old buildings, describe them, and they did.

I just hope the old dear doesn’t read this. She goes mental enough when my bro has more than one friend in the house. Or the dogs look at her sideways. Having her tale mocked by Brum-based bear could provoke violence.

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A few years back I went for a night out with friends but was the designated driver so was just drinking bottles of alcohol free beer. Anyway, by the end of the night I was slurring my words and stumbling a little, which was odd. As I drove my friends home, I mounted the kerb three times and eventually parked in a hedge. The next morning I couldn’t really remember much about the night. It was all very weird and I’m not ruling out alien interference, although my anus hadn’t been probed.

While I’d love to propagate the alien theory, I think word order is much more appropriate in this instance.

My punt is that you had free alcohol and beer, not alcohol free beer.

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