Apr 18, 2007

Weird Wednesday

Just in Time

  • The British actor Anthony Hopkins [who shot to fame as Hannibal Lecter] was delighted to hear that he had landed a leading role in a film based on the book The Girl From Petrovka by George Feifer. A few days after signing the contract, Hopkins travelled to London to buy a copy of the book. He tried several bookshops, but there wasn't one to be had. Waiting at Leicester Square underground for his train home, he noticed a book apparently discarded on a bench.

    Incredibly, it was The Girl From Petrovka. That in itself would have been coincidence enough but in fact it was merely the beginning of an extraordinary chain of events. Two years later, in the middle of filming in Vienna, Hopkins was visited by George Feifer, the author. Feifer mentioned that he did not have a copy of his own book.

    He had lent the last one - containing his own annotations - to a friend who had lost it somewhere in London. With mounting astonishment, Hopkins handed Feifer the book he had found. 'Is this the one?' he asked, 'with the notes scribbled in the margins?' It was the same book.
  • It was written

  • Mark Twain was born on the day of the appearance of Halley's Comet in 1835, and died on the day of its next appearance in 1910. He himself predicted this in 1909, when he said: "I came in with Halley's Comet in 1835. It is coming again next year, and I expect to go out with it."

    Webmiztris said...

    freaky! cool stories...

    Babsbitchin said...

    Webmiztris, see I can be serious and educational, huh, lol?

    AZCG said...

    My ex-husband walked into a Denny’s Restaurant at 4:00 a.m. in Goodyear, Arizona, one weekend after he had been drinking. I don’t know how he landed up in Goodyear (he lived in Mesa, Arizona), and Goodyear was an hour and a half drive from his house. The restaurant was all but abandoned, but there was a guy sitting at the counter and my ex being a friendly sort of guy walked over and sat next to the man at the counter and ordered coffee.

    My ex and the stranger started talking about things in general and eventually they started talking about women. They were comparing notes about the gals they were seeing and after about 30 minutes the stories were sounding really similar. They couldn’t believe how similar their women were, both had long black hair, both worked in libraries, both drove gold Mustang convertibles, both were half Japanese and half Mexican, etc., etc. I don’t know how long it took, but eventually my ex asked him was his girl’s name was and low and behold it was AZCG. My ex admitted he was married to AZCG, but we were separated. Now in a metro area of several million (I’m not sure what the population of the Valley of the Sun was back in the ‘70’s), you’ve got to ask yourself what are the chances that two strangers would meet in a restaurant at 4:00 a.m., in a town where neither of them lived, and why two complete strangers would sit next to each other and start talking about their woman, and what are the chances that both of them would be talking about the same woman.

    I got a call from both of them at work that next Monday, and they were both laughing their asses off at the coincidence of meeting each other the way they did. So the lost book story doesn’t sound strange to me!

    ~Babsbitchin~ said...

    AZCG, that's quite the story. I love stuff like that. Is that the 6 degrees of separation they're talking about? Good to hear from you, friend!