Surreal Experience

Was about to post this yesterday but got sidetracked when i discovered the story of ER being a naughty boy at Spurs' training ground.

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Just had a really surreal experience.

Was out at lunch there and was heading back along the Broomielaw towards the office and this wee Indian (i think) guy was heading towards me (about 5ft tall, turban, beard). He stops and says ‘Excuse me sir, you are a very lucky man, you have a very strong aura’ I was about to say ‘Cheers’ and just walk away but he thrust this tiny wee bit of folded up paper into my hand and said told me to hold it in a fist.

I was trying to just walk away but he pulls out this wee thing that looks like a kindle cover and opens it up, theres a bit of paper inside and he writes ‘2011 2012’ on it. He says ‘You have a very strong aura but you think too much, always thinking. These two years have been very up and down for you.’ He then writes 2013 underneath. ‘This year in November will be very lucky for you. Hold this card’

He gives me a card to hold in my other hand. I don’t even know what it said on it. I’m still holding the wee folded bit of paper in my right hand.

‘Speak the name of a flower’

‘eh... Rose’ he writes the letter R

‘Speak another’

‘Daffodil’ He writes the letter D

‘Another.’

‘Sunflower’ He writes the letter S. So together it reads RDS.

‘Now open the paper in your fist and it will tell you if I am true’

I open the wee bit of paper in my right hand. On it is written RDS. He shakes my hand.

‘If you make a small donation for the poor I will tell you your future’. That’s where I broke it off, told him I had no money and he just shook my hand again and we went our separate ways.

No word of a lie. Freaky stuff

 

^^never happened^^

 

Black Magic.

 

He said an Indian guy not a negro

 

He was getting at me for being a negro, as per usual.

 

It's his age. The current geriatric generation have always struggled with accepting ethnics since they came to us in the 1950's

 

I feel sorry for him.

Other than racism, a hatred for the city of Edinburgh & The Beatles and Aberdeen FC, he has nothing to his life. Nothing.

 

Don't forget his ambivalence towards David Bowie.

 

Beale fell for the old RDS trick.

Oldest trick in the book.

 

There's no such thing??

Nah man

 

Kinda question's that anyway ffs

 

I happened to walk past an African in tribal dress who was dancing on top of a car. I stopped and just gawped at the weird scene.

And then a policeman walked by and his radio crackled into life: 'ZULU. FOXTROT. SIERRA.'

 

A mini metro would have been funnier. The scope is then open to work in a mini skirt.

3/10

 

But that's not what happened, G. I can only report the facts.

 

Ok, Terry