Friday 13th
Friday 13th so far has passed without any sort of accident, spillage or general misdemeanour. I can only recall two Friday 13th 'incidents' in my lifetime. First was breaking my wrist age 13. I turned up at casualty to find I was at least the eighth person waiting to be seen...with a broken wrist. Secondly, I remember calling home to say what I thought could be my 'final goodbye' before I boarded a bucket flight from Gate no 13 on Friday 13th. When I checked my ticket I was sitting in Seat 13 - aaggghhhh! In fact - it turned out to be rather good - I got upgraded to business and was offered champagne continuously all the way to Athens which was where I was bound. So it wasn't that unlucky at all...
posted by rockmother at 3:31 pm
15 Comments:
It all depends on which calendar you adopt. Just keep swapping Julian for the other ones and you need never live through Fri 13th again.
I meant the Julian calendar, obviously, not some bloke called Julian.
Oh, I thought that I was famous for a moment?
Jifdump - You are in our progblogworld!
Champagne flowing freely on Friday 13th?
Proof positive that it's all a load of old mumbo-jumbo.
Not that it explains all those broken wrists though...
I bet Swipe will have something to say about that.
Friday 13th. is always a bad day for me. I can never think of any funny comments.
good thing you dont have triskedeskavespadiscaphobia, huh.
that would suck. happy 13, i say.
Usually make it through the 13th unscathed....today however my car failed it's mot. I am blaming this on the date, it has naff all to do with the fact that may car in getting on a bit !
Managed to get through the day without the enormous edition of Larousse Gastronomique falling on my foot. Hah!
all's quiet on the pridkrist front??
Broken wrists, Istster the Twistster the Hasta la (you know the rest...)??
Excessive masturbation?
(...although mine comes from typing Istster the Twistster the Hasta la (you know the rest...) 500 times a bladdy day.)
Bobster
p.s. Love Baggiebirds new avatar...
i would have been nervous on that flight! some poor sod here cam e acropper on fri 13th. i saw smoke from my bedroom window, so i grabbed my camera and went to investigate. someone had tipped there tip-up truck into the powerlines and the cab exploded! not sure if he got out alive or not. poor thing.
how cool to have doll with clothes by mary quant!
Larousse Gastronomique - is huge and the litte guy on the cover looks a bit like a character from 'It Aint Half Hot Mum'. That must have hurt Arabella.
Friday 13th - the only thing to fear is fear itself..
Oh dear...half asleep...she said it didn't fall on her foot. Oops!
Well nothing happened. So much for superstitions. Pah!
*walks out avoiding walking under ladder*
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