Or "synchronicity" - much beloved hokum cooked up by Jung and pursued by Koestler - which has always mildly interested me, especially as a gambler.
We had two good 'uns this Bank Holiday. Anne was talking to Paula on the phone and the name of someone they had worked with at Croydon a few years ago came up in conversation. Someone neither had thought of since that time. Anne comes off the phone and onto facebook, and there's a friend request from said person awaiting her.
Sunday, we're in the car, and I say, apropos of nothing, "You don't hear much about Lynn Redgrave these days, is she dead?".
Once more unto the twiglet zone my friends, once more....
PS Lynn Redgrave was as talented as her sister. Just fatter.
About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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