Once was working in Dixons in York about 2001/2002 and a lady came in the shop to buy a laptop. She said she was a self proclaimed psychic and went into great depths to tell me about how her spirit guide had insisted she write a book full of prophecy and predictions. Anyway I laid back, shut my eyes and thought of the commission and eventually after we've danced the dance I've got her all ready with laptop, bag, Microsoft Office package, mouse and various other peripheries, maybe even the extended warranty. And she fails the bloody credit check for finance. What type of psychic was she that didn't see that coming?
I've helped the police with two murder inquiries, but never been arrested, charged or convicted of any crime (except one parking ticket).
Not me but my son. While working at the Fairmont Hotel St Andrew’s as a chef my son had the opportunity to cook Bill Clinton’s dinner. He also cooked Bobby Charlton’s lunch. Bobby made his way into the kitchen and thanked all kitchen staff personally. What a gent.
I was once stood at a bus stop and it started chucking down, took a step to my left and nothing, there was a nearly perfect straight line of wet and dry across the road and it stayed that way until it stopped
I once saw the leg. (yes just the unattached leg) of a Daddy long leg. Flex/Twitch for what seemed a minute or so. Thought I was cracking up. Had to look it up . Leg oddity: The legs continue to twitch after they are detached. This is because there are pacemakers located in the ends of the first long segment (femur) of their legs. These pacemakers send signals via the nerves to the muscles to extend the leg and then the leg relaxes between signals.
Gate crashed David Bowie’s private party in the concourse under the Royal box.( Wembley stadium) Entering by going from the stand into the Royal box and down the stairs. At the end of the gig. 3 on us. Nobody pulled us even though everyone else were wearing passes. Beforehand. We entered the guests section ( behind the royal box) during the gig as it was opposite the bar. After we were served, We went through the doors then watched it from there.
I've got an N gauge set of 15 Orient Express coaches into which I have fitted lights. Very sexy it looks too.
Having been awake for most of 3 days working on a University project, I'd just made the deadline to hand it in. As I was half staggering in a daze out of our department's brand new building, I clattered straight into a man standing right outside the front door nearly knocking him off his feet. As I turned to apologise and check he was ok, I was rather firmly dragged away by two large men. Turns out the man I crashed into was Gordon Brown, our PM at the time, who was there to officially open the building. Luckily he laughed it off and shook my hand and had a chat afterwards. Nice bloke actually.