10 interesting things
May 6th 2007 | 4:31 pm
#166
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From: Adelaide
Re: 10 interesting things
in what way? is it the actual form of a person, or a misty type shape or what? this has always intrigued me, i went to have my tarot cards done by a bloke a few months ago, and he was talking to what he said was my gran, now i dont know what to believe, as he did say a lot of stuff that he couldnt have known, but im always interested when people say they see ghosts or can talk to them, i want to know what they see ?
May 6th 2007 | 4:32 pm
#167
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Re: 10 interesting things
I'd like to. 
The vicarage we grew up in was fairly badly haunted. You could hear people walking up and down stairs and the 12th stair used to creak when someone trod on it... even though there was no-one there.
Someone used to push open the door and walk into my mum and dad's bedroom and stand by the bed whilst they lay there... you could hear the person breathing but see nothing.
Bad smells, flies buzzing where there were none.
There's more. Maybe later.
The vicarage we grew up in was fairly badly haunted. You could hear people walking up and down stairs and the 12th stair used to creak when someone trod on it... even though there was no-one there.
Someone used to push open the door and walk into my mum and dad's bedroom and stand by the bed whilst they lay there... you could hear the person breathing but see nothing.
Bad smells, flies buzzing where there were none.
There's more. Maybe later.
May 6th 2007 | 4:33 pm
#168
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Re: 10 interesting things
in what way? is it the actual form of a person, or a misty type shape or what? this has always intrigued me, i went to have my tarot cards done by a bloke a few months ago, and he was talking to what he said was my gran, now i dont know what to believe, as he did say a lot of stuff that he couldnt have known, but im always interested when people say they see ghosts or can talk to them, i want to know what they see ?
I'll reply later. Low on time now. Interesting story though.
May 6th 2007 | 6:14 pm
#169
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May 6th 2007 | 7:30 pm
#170
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Re: 10 interesting things
Ok, well two separate events during working in a hotel in London's Docklands.
Whilst in the kitchens late at night, I was clearing up in the kitchen area and took a stack of plates to a shelf to put them away. They were free standing shelves, the type you get in a hotel kitchen. As I put these plates onto the shelf, I glanced up and on the other side of the shelves was a boy, about 12, with the most incredible big blue eyes.... He was wearing a 'cabin boy' style jacket, with brass or gold buttons. He had freckles and brown hair and he was looking right into my eyes.... We just looked at each other for a second and I assumed he was a guest and said 'I'm sorry, but you really shouldn't be in here'... glanced down to pop the plates down and when I looked up less than a second later, he'd gone.
I was a bit confused and checked the rest of the shelves out and sort of shook my head like I was going slightly nuts (not unheard of) and then I went to check the door of the kitchen into the main hotel, which was locked. The cleaner was at the other end of the kitchen, so I asked him if he'd just seen a boy near the shelves and he thought I was going insane.
So after work we all piled into the pub over the road and as I'd mentioned seeing this boy in the kitchen, my work mates were taking the mickey out of me and the bar manager asked what I'd seen, so I told him and he pulls out a black and white photograph of a team of blokes, who used to work on the docks.... and right there at the front was my boy.
He'd died by falling into a grain silo and he'd drowned sometime in the 1920's. The grain silo was part of the hotel where I was working... the basement where the kitchen was was the base of the grain storage bit.
Whilst at the same place, I was checking out the lounge bar one day, and doing a bit of stock taking. The optics were against glass mirror tiles behind the bar. Whilst I had my back to the bar, checking said optics, out of my peripheral vision, I saw a man waiting at the bar. He looked like Captain Bird's Eye... had a cream cable knit jumper on, and over that, a really heavy blue jacket with brass buttons.
I turned around to say 'We're not open yet', but there was no-one there.
Thinking I was going mad and putting it down to the light, I got back on with the job.
A few seconds later, I looked in the mirror again and there's the guy, just standing there, looking at me ... and this time it wasn't my peripheral vision, it was straight on.
I whipped around and there was no-one there.
By this point I was seriously spooked and all the hairs on my body were standing on end...
I walked through the bar and checked everything... doors, windows, hidden cameras in case someone was winding me up, and there was nothing amiss.
So I went back to the job and after a few minutes, I looked up again and there he was, just an old man looking at me in the mirror, at which point I got really sick of being spooked, turned around to face the bar (no-one there again) and just said out loud 'I'm really sorry Sir, the bar is closed and I can't serve you. Please can you come back when it's open in an hour?'
And that was that... didn't see him again.
I think he was probably after a drink.... maybe some spirits....
I've found some houses that I've been extremely uncomfortable in, almost expecting to turn a corner and see something really horrid... And I used to babysit a little boy in a house like this, a very dark, Victorian house, which made my skin crawl. He was a 4 year old and one night I could hear him crying so I went up the stairs and he was saying 'the burnt man' in his bedroom was annoying him....
Ugh!
So there you go.
Whilst in the kitchens late at night, I was clearing up in the kitchen area and took a stack of plates to a shelf to put them away. They were free standing shelves, the type you get in a hotel kitchen. As I put these plates onto the shelf, I glanced up and on the other side of the shelves was a boy, about 12, with the most incredible big blue eyes.... He was wearing a 'cabin boy' style jacket, with brass or gold buttons. He had freckles and brown hair and he was looking right into my eyes.... We just looked at each other for a second and I assumed he was a guest and said 'I'm sorry, but you really shouldn't be in here'... glanced down to pop the plates down and when I looked up less than a second later, he'd gone.
I was a bit confused and checked the rest of the shelves out and sort of shook my head like I was going slightly nuts (not unheard of) and then I went to check the door of the kitchen into the main hotel, which was locked. The cleaner was at the other end of the kitchen, so I asked him if he'd just seen a boy near the shelves and he thought I was going insane.
So after work we all piled into the pub over the road and as I'd mentioned seeing this boy in the kitchen, my work mates were taking the mickey out of me and the bar manager asked what I'd seen, so I told him and he pulls out a black and white photograph of a team of blokes, who used to work on the docks.... and right there at the front was my boy.
He'd died by falling into a grain silo and he'd drowned sometime in the 1920's. The grain silo was part of the hotel where I was working... the basement where the kitchen was was the base of the grain storage bit.
Whilst at the same place, I was checking out the lounge bar one day, and doing a bit of stock taking. The optics were against glass mirror tiles behind the bar. Whilst I had my back to the bar, checking said optics, out of my peripheral vision, I saw a man waiting at the bar. He looked like Captain Bird's Eye... had a cream cable knit jumper on, and over that, a really heavy blue jacket with brass buttons.
I turned around to say 'We're not open yet', but there was no-one there.
Thinking I was going mad and putting it down to the light, I got back on with the job.
A few seconds later, I looked in the mirror again and there's the guy, just standing there, looking at me ... and this time it wasn't my peripheral vision, it was straight on.
I whipped around and there was no-one there.
By this point I was seriously spooked and all the hairs on my body were standing on end...
I walked through the bar and checked everything... doors, windows, hidden cameras in case someone was winding me up, and there was nothing amiss.
So I went back to the job and after a few minutes, I looked up again and there he was, just an old man looking at me in the mirror, at which point I got really sick of being spooked, turned around to face the bar (no-one there again) and just said out loud 'I'm really sorry Sir, the bar is closed and I can't serve you. Please can you come back when it's open in an hour?'
And that was that... didn't see him again.
I think he was probably after a drink.... maybe some spirits....
I've found some houses that I've been extremely uncomfortable in, almost expecting to turn a corner and see something really horrid... And I used to babysit a little boy in a house like this, a very dark, Victorian house, which made my skin crawl. He was a 4 year old and one night I could hear him crying so I went up the stairs and he was saying 'the burnt man' in his bedroom was annoying him....
Ugh!
So there you go.
May 6th 2007 | 7:40 pm
#171
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Re: 10 interesting things
About 5 or 6 years ago I was working for an ophthalmologist and our wait list for cataract surgery was almost 18 months long. So, we put people on the list and told them "we'll phone you about 8 weeks prior the surgery to set a date and give you instructions". One day I'm phoning my 12 people and I ring up "Hello, this is Dorothy from Dr McG's office. May I speak to Mr Smith, please?" His wife says "No,I'm sorry but he's passed away a couple of months ago." "Oh, so sorry", says I.
After I hung up the phone I turned to my work colleague and said in that whispery voice, "I phone dead people".
After I hung up the phone I turned to my work colleague and said in that whispery voice, "I phone dead people".
May 6th 2007 | 7:44 pm
#172
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Re: 10 interesting things
About 5 or 6 years ago I was working for an ophthalmologist and our wait list for cataract surgery was almost 18 months long. So, we put people on the list and told them "we'll phone you about 8 weeks prior the surgery to set a date and give you instructions". One day I'm phoning my 12 people and I ring up "Hello, this is Dorothy from Dr McG's office. May I speak to Mr Smith, please?" His wife says "No,I'm sorry but he's passed away a couple of months ago." "Oh, so sorry", says I.
After I hung up the phone I turned to my work colleague and said in that whispery voice, "I phone dead people".
After I hung up the phone I turned to my work colleague and said in that whispery voice, "I phone dead people".
May 6th 2007 | 7:59 pm
#173
Big Skies and Wide Eyes!
Joined: Mar 2004
Posts: 737
From: Milton Keynes then, Secret Harbour now!
Re: 10 interesting things
Ok, well two separate events during working in a hotel in London's Docklands.
Whilst in the kitchens late at night, I was clearing up in the kitchen area and took a stack of plates to a shelf to put them away. They were free standing shelves, the type you get in a hotel kitchen. As I put these plates onto the shelf, I glanced up and on the other side of the shelves was a boy, about 12, with the most incredible big blue eyes.... He was wearing a 'cabin boy' style jacket, with brass or gold buttons. He had freckles and brown hair and he was looking right into my eyes.... We just looked at each other for a second and I assumed he was a guest and said 'I'm sorry, but you really shouldn't be in here'... glanced down to pop the plates down and when I looked up less than a second later, he'd gone.
I was a bit confused and checked the rest of the shelves out and sort of shook my head like I was going slightly nuts (not unheard of) and then I went to check the door of the kitchen into the main hotel, which was locked. The cleaner was at the other end of the kitchen, so I asked him if he'd just seen a boy near the shelves and he thought I was going insane.
So after work we all piled into the pub over the road and as I'd mentioned seeing this boy in the kitchen, my work mates were taking the mickey out of me and the bar manager asked what I'd seen, so I told him and he pulls out a black and white photograph of a team of blokes, who used to work on the docks.... and right there at the front was my boy.
He'd died by falling into a grain silo and he'd drowned sometime in the 1920's. The grain silo was part of the hotel where I was working... the basement where the kitchen was was the base of the grain storage bit.
Whilst at the same place, I was checking out the lounge bar one day, and doing a bit of stock taking. The optics were against glass mirror tiles behind the bar. Whilst I had my back to the bar, checking said optics, out of my peripheral vision, I saw a man waiting at the bar. He looked like Captain Bird's Eye... had a cream cable knit jumper on, and over that, a really heavy blue jacket with brass buttons.
I turned around to say 'We're not open yet', but there was no-one there.
Thinking I was going mad and putting it down to the light, I got back on with the job.
A few seconds later, I looked in the mirror again and there's the guy, just standing there, looking at me ... and this time it wasn't my peripheral vision, it was straight on.
I whipped around and there was no-one there.
By this point I was seriously spooked and all the hairs on my body were standing on end...
I walked through the bar and checked everything... doors, windows, hidden cameras in case someone was winding me up, and there was nothing amiss.
So I went back to the job and after a few minutes, I looked up again and there he was, just an old man looking at me in the mirror, at which point I got really sick of being spooked, turned around to face the bar (no-one there again) and just said out loud 'I'm really sorry Sir, the bar is closed and I can't serve you. Please can you come back when it's open in an hour?'
And that was that... didn't see him again.
I think he was probably after a drink.... maybe some spirits....
I've found some houses that I've been extremely uncomfortable in, almost expecting to turn a corner and see something really horrid... And I used to babysit a little boy in a house like this, a very dark, Victorian house, which made my skin crawl. He was a 4 year old and one night I could hear him crying so I went up the stairs and he was saying 'the burnt man' in his bedroom was annoying him....
Ugh!
So there you go.
Whilst in the kitchens late at night, I was clearing up in the kitchen area and took a stack of plates to a shelf to put them away. They were free standing shelves, the type you get in a hotel kitchen. As I put these plates onto the shelf, I glanced up and on the other side of the shelves was a boy, about 12, with the most incredible big blue eyes.... He was wearing a 'cabin boy' style jacket, with brass or gold buttons. He had freckles and brown hair and he was looking right into my eyes.... We just looked at each other for a second and I assumed he was a guest and said 'I'm sorry, but you really shouldn't be in here'... glanced down to pop the plates down and when I looked up less than a second later, he'd gone.
I was a bit confused and checked the rest of the shelves out and sort of shook my head like I was going slightly nuts (not unheard of) and then I went to check the door of the kitchen into the main hotel, which was locked. The cleaner was at the other end of the kitchen, so I asked him if he'd just seen a boy near the shelves and he thought I was going insane.
So after work we all piled into the pub over the road and as I'd mentioned seeing this boy in the kitchen, my work mates were taking the mickey out of me and the bar manager asked what I'd seen, so I told him and he pulls out a black and white photograph of a team of blokes, who used to work on the docks.... and right there at the front was my boy.
He'd died by falling into a grain silo and he'd drowned sometime in the 1920's. The grain silo was part of the hotel where I was working... the basement where the kitchen was was the base of the grain storage bit.
Whilst at the same place, I was checking out the lounge bar one day, and doing a bit of stock taking. The optics were against glass mirror tiles behind the bar. Whilst I had my back to the bar, checking said optics, out of my peripheral vision, I saw a man waiting at the bar. He looked like Captain Bird's Eye... had a cream cable knit jumper on, and over that, a really heavy blue jacket with brass buttons.
I turned around to say 'We're not open yet', but there was no-one there.
Thinking I was going mad and putting it down to the light, I got back on with the job.
A few seconds later, I looked in the mirror again and there's the guy, just standing there, looking at me ... and this time it wasn't my peripheral vision, it was straight on.
I whipped around and there was no-one there.
By this point I was seriously spooked and all the hairs on my body were standing on end...
I walked through the bar and checked everything... doors, windows, hidden cameras in case someone was winding me up, and there was nothing amiss.
So I went back to the job and after a few minutes, I looked up again and there he was, just an old man looking at me in the mirror, at which point I got really sick of being spooked, turned around to face the bar (no-one there again) and just said out loud 'I'm really sorry Sir, the bar is closed and I can't serve you. Please can you come back when it's open in an hour?'
And that was that... didn't see him again.
I think he was probably after a drink.... maybe some spirits....
I've found some houses that I've been extremely uncomfortable in, almost expecting to turn a corner and see something really horrid... And I used to babysit a little boy in a house like this, a very dark, Victorian house, which made my skin crawl. He was a 4 year old and one night I could hear him crying so I went up the stairs and he was saying 'the burnt man' in his bedroom was annoying him....
Ugh!
So there you go.
Might be an idea to re-post your story in a new 'Ghost Stories' thread 
I really can't decide whether I believe in ghosts or not, me & sister thought we saw one when we were kids but that's a very long time ago & my memory of it is fuzzy now 
Chris
May 6th 2007 | 8:52 pm
#174
Where I want to be
Joined: Jan 2005
Posts: 3,220
From: In my own head
Re: 10 interesting things
Ok, well two separate events during working in a hotel in London's Docklands.
Whilst in the kitchens late at night, I was clearing up in the kitchen area and took a stack of plates to a shelf to put them away. They were free standing shelves, the type you get in a hotel kitchen. As I put these plates onto the shelf, I glanced up and on the other side of the shelves was a boy, about 12, with the most incredible big blue eyes.... He was wearing a 'cabin boy' style jacket, with brass or gold buttons. He had freckles and brown hair and he was looking right into my eyes.... We just looked at each other for a second and I assumed he was a guest and said 'I'm sorry, but you really shouldn't be in here'... glanced down to pop the plates down and when I looked up less than a second later, he'd gone.
I was a bit confused and checked the rest of the shelves out and sort of shook my head like I was going slightly nuts (not unheard of) and then I went to check the door of the kitchen into the main hotel, which was locked. The cleaner was at the other end of the kitchen, so I asked him if he'd just seen a boy near the shelves and he thought I was going insane.
So after work we all piled into the pub over the road and as I'd mentioned seeing this boy in the kitchen, my work mates were taking the mickey out of me and the bar manager asked what I'd seen, so I told him and he pulls out a black and white photograph of a team of blokes, who used to work on the docks.... and right there at the front was my boy.
He'd died by falling into a grain silo and he'd drowned sometime in the 1920's. The grain silo was part of the hotel where I was working... the basement where the kitchen was was the base of the grain storage bit.
Whilst at the same place, I was checking out the lounge bar one day, and doing a bit of stock taking. The optics were against glass mirror tiles behind the bar. Whilst I had my back to the bar, checking said optics, out of my peripheral vision, I saw a man waiting at the bar. He looked like Captain Bird's Eye... had a cream cable knit jumper on, and over that, a really heavy blue jacket with brass buttons.
I turned around to say 'We're not open yet', but there was no-one there.
Thinking I was going mad and putting it down to the light, I got back on with the job.
A few seconds later, I looked in the mirror again and there's the guy, just standing there, looking at me ... and this time it wasn't my peripheral vision, it was straight on.
I whipped around and there was no-one there.
By this point I was seriously spooked and all the hairs on my body were standing on end...
I walked through the bar and checked everything... doors, windows, hidden cameras in case someone was winding me up, and there was nothing amiss.
So I went back to the job and after a few minutes, I looked up again and there he was, just an old man looking at me in the mirror, at which point I got really sick of being spooked, turned around to face the bar (no-one there again) and just said out loud 'I'm really sorry Sir, the bar is closed and I can't serve you. Please can you come back when it's open in an hour?'
And that was that... didn't see him again.
I think he was probably after a drink.... maybe some spirits....
I've found some houses that I've been extremely uncomfortable in, almost expecting to turn a corner and see something really horrid... And I used to babysit a little boy in a house like this, a very dark, Victorian house, which made my skin crawl. He was a 4 year old and one night I could hear him crying so I went up the stairs and he was saying 'the burnt man' in his bedroom was annoying him....
Ugh!
So there you go.
Whilst in the kitchens late at night, I was clearing up in the kitchen area and took a stack of plates to a shelf to put them away. They were free standing shelves, the type you get in a hotel kitchen. As I put these plates onto the shelf, I glanced up and on the other side of the shelves was a boy, about 12, with the most incredible big blue eyes.... He was wearing a 'cabin boy' style jacket, with brass or gold buttons. He had freckles and brown hair and he was looking right into my eyes.... We just looked at each other for a second and I assumed he was a guest and said 'I'm sorry, but you really shouldn't be in here'... glanced down to pop the plates down and when I looked up less than a second later, he'd gone.
I was a bit confused and checked the rest of the shelves out and sort of shook my head like I was going slightly nuts (not unheard of) and then I went to check the door of the kitchen into the main hotel, which was locked. The cleaner was at the other end of the kitchen, so I asked him if he'd just seen a boy near the shelves and he thought I was going insane.
So after work we all piled into the pub over the road and as I'd mentioned seeing this boy in the kitchen, my work mates were taking the mickey out of me and the bar manager asked what I'd seen, so I told him and he pulls out a black and white photograph of a team of blokes, who used to work on the docks.... and right there at the front was my boy.
He'd died by falling into a grain silo and he'd drowned sometime in the 1920's. The grain silo was part of the hotel where I was working... the basement where the kitchen was was the base of the grain storage bit.
Whilst at the same place, I was checking out the lounge bar one day, and doing a bit of stock taking. The optics were against glass mirror tiles behind the bar. Whilst I had my back to the bar, checking said optics, out of my peripheral vision, I saw a man waiting at the bar. He looked like Captain Bird's Eye... had a cream cable knit jumper on, and over that, a really heavy blue jacket with brass buttons.
I turned around to say 'We're not open yet', but there was no-one there.
Thinking I was going mad and putting it down to the light, I got back on with the job.
A few seconds later, I looked in the mirror again and there's the guy, just standing there, looking at me ... and this time it wasn't my peripheral vision, it was straight on.
I whipped around and there was no-one there.
By this point I was seriously spooked and all the hairs on my body were standing on end...
I walked through the bar and checked everything... doors, windows, hidden cameras in case someone was winding me up, and there was nothing amiss.
So I went back to the job and after a few minutes, I looked up again and there he was, just an old man looking at me in the mirror, at which point I got really sick of being spooked, turned around to face the bar (no-one there again) and just said out loud 'I'm really sorry Sir, the bar is closed and I can't serve you. Please can you come back when it's open in an hour?'
And that was that... didn't see him again.
I think he was probably after a drink.... maybe some spirits....
I've found some houses that I've been extremely uncomfortable in, almost expecting to turn a corner and see something really horrid... And I used to babysit a little boy in a house like this, a very dark, Victorian house, which made my skin crawl. He was a 4 year old and one night I could hear him crying so I went up the stairs and he was saying 'the burnt man' in his bedroom was annoying him....
Ugh!
So there you go.
I would like to see dead people, but I think it would scare me so much I'm glad I don't, maybe that's why I don't, cos they know I would freak LOL
More please.
Shirley x
May 6th 2007 | 9:07 pm
#175
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Posts: 10,158
Re: 10 interesting things
Well, I'm glad I didn't read this late at night, cos it had the hairs on the back of my neck (and other places) standing on end.
I would like to see dead people, but I think it would scare me so much I'm glad I don't, maybe that's why I don't, cos they know I would freak LOL
More please.
Shirley x
I would like to see dead people, but I think it would scare me so much I'm glad I don't, maybe that's why I don't, cos they know I would freak LOL
More please.
Shirley x
May 6th 2007 | 10:00 pm
#176
Living the Dream!
Joined: Sep 2005
Posts: 6,515
From: Cleveland
Re: 10 interesting things
Ok here are 10 not so interesting things about me....
1). I met my husband on holiday in Corfu 17 years ago
2) I had over 1000 lessons before I passed my driving test
3) Me, my daughter and my son all have our birthdays on 17th day of the
month
4) I have a mad crush on Gary Linekar but was too embarrassed to have
my photo taken with him when I met him in a bar in Tenerife
5) Me and my sister broke our arms skating on the same day
6) I once recorded a xmas song for charity
7) My first childhood memory is of sleeping in a cot
8) I have known my best friend since we were 3 years old (we are now
41)
9) I was nearly kicked out of college at the age of 17 but I got a first
class honours degree at the age of 38
10) I once convinced all my friends in school that the Osmonds lived in
my attic!
Jackie x
1). I met my husband on holiday in Corfu 17 years ago
2) I had over 1000 lessons before I passed my driving test
3) Me, my daughter and my son all have our birthdays on 17th day of the
month
4) I have a mad crush on Gary Linekar but was too embarrassed to have
my photo taken with him when I met him in a bar in Tenerife
5) Me and my sister broke our arms skating on the same day
6) I once recorded a xmas song for charity
7) My first childhood memory is of sleeping in a cot
8) I have known my best friend since we were 3 years old (we are now
41)
9) I was nearly kicked out of college at the age of 17 but I got a first
class honours degree at the age of 38
10) I once convinced all my friends in school that the Osmonds lived in
my attic!
Jackie x
May 6th 2007 | 11:17 pm
#177
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Joined: Jul 2004
Posts: 738
From: South Yorks
Re: 10 interesting things
Really great thread
Been racking my brains, but dh seems far more interesting...
Erm... my list:
1. I'm half Norwegian - but that's rather simplifying things, basically we're a bit of a mish-mash as a family. Related to Swedish nobility and also have Roma on one side. My great-grandmother was French, my grandfather half-Danish (again simplifying) and we also have Sami blood (my mother's family coming from way north in Norway - my other great grandmother from a tiny village close to the Finnish and Russian borders with Norway).
2. They're generally rather 'eccentric' and quite a few of us can either see, hear or feel things that most people would miss (so I have a mum who phones me and tells me I'm pregnant before I've told anyone, even dh).
3. I was a talented recorder player, resisted any suggestion of learning flute, clarinet, etc. and was due to start playing 'professionally' at the age of 15, however at the time I discovered various illegal substances and was far more interested in that than earning some money (I wasn't too bright as a teen).
4. I ran away from home on a regular basis from the age of 12 and for the longest time at 15, missing the majority of my final year of school. I still passed every GCSE at C and above (with a few As) despite being told by the Head that I would 'never amount to anything'.
5. I left home for good at 16 and had my first child at 17.
6. I have been attacked with a fire-axe and held at knife and gun-point (separate incidences - all in good ole' Brum).
7. I have walked most of the way from central London to Birmingham (not including the lift I got from Milton Keynes to Coventry - I then walked the A45 back to Birmingham).
8. I have 4 children, despite being told that I shouldn't consider getting pregnant after no.2. (due to being really poorly with no.2.) - the subsequent pregnancies were a doddle in comparison.
9. I've been on 'telly (including Finnish telly ), radio and in various newspapers. One of these appearances was Kilroy 
re. teen pregnancy. (I was only 17 or just 18 at the time). The other times re. home-education (as I've home-educated my eldest children until recently and we plan for the youngest two to never go to school). Various members of my family have been included in books and a couple have written books. I was interviewed for a recently published book about 'greener' approaches to parenting.
10. I've only just turned 30.
Been racking my brains, but dh seems far more interesting...
Erm... my list:
1. I'm half Norwegian - but that's rather simplifying things, basically we're a bit of a mish-mash as a family. Related to Swedish nobility and also have Roma on one side. My great-grandmother was French, my grandfather half-Danish (again simplifying) and we also have Sami blood (my mother's family coming from way north in Norway - my other great grandmother from a tiny village close to the Finnish and Russian borders with Norway).
2. They're generally rather 'eccentric'
and quite a few of us can either see, hear or feel things that most people would miss (so I have a mum who phones me and tells me I'm pregnant before I've told anyone, even dh).3. I was a talented recorder player, resisted any suggestion of learning flute, clarinet, etc. and was due to start playing 'professionally' at the age of 15, however at the time I discovered various illegal substances and was far more interested in that than earning some money (I wasn't too bright as a teen).
4. I ran away from home on a regular basis from the age of 12 and for the longest time at 15, missing the majority of my final year of school. I still passed every GCSE at C and above (with a few As) despite being told by the Head that I would 'never amount to anything'.
5. I left home for good at 16 and had my first child at 17.
6. I have been attacked with a fire-axe and held at knife and gun-point (separate incidences - all in good ole' Brum).
7. I have walked most of the way from central London to Birmingham (not including the lift I got from Milton Keynes to Coventry - I then walked the A45 back to Birmingham).
8. I have 4 children, despite being told that I shouldn't consider getting pregnant after no.2. (due to being really poorly with no.2.) - the subsequent pregnancies were a doddle in comparison.
9. I've been on 'telly (including Finnish telly
), radio and in various newspapers. One of these appearances was Kilroy re. teen pregnancy. (I was only 17 or just 18 at the time). The other times re. home-education (as I've home-educated my eldest children until recently and we plan for the youngest two to never go to school). Various members of my family have been included in books and a couple have written books. I was interviewed for a recently published book about 'greener' approaches to parenting.10. I've only just turned 30.
May 7th 2007 | 8:29 pm
#179
Born to be wild....
Joined: Mar 2005
Posts: 5,450
From: Northants to Brisbane.
..****ing scary more like
