Here’s your culprit: http://www.portablepubswest.com/
This would be a good topic for Coast to Coast with George Noory.
Once upon a time, there was a man named Harrington, a man named Forbes, a man named Gart. They used to exist, but don’t any longer. Someone or something took them somewhere. At least they are no longer a part of the memory of man. And as to the X-20 supposed to be housed here in this hangar, this too does not exist. And if any of you have any questions concerning an aircraft and three men who flew her, speak softly of them, and only in the Twilight Zone.
Hey,
Had to reply after reading your post , My grandfather is 96 yrs old and originally from Bodmin he lived in Essex with his wife and went back to visit his relations at the end of the war , they where travelling to St Kew and decided to stop off at the next place for a drink and a rest , and my grandfather always wore driving gloves he took them off at the bar and after a while they left the very quiet old pub (having had only one drink), after driving down the road for a couple of minutes my grandad realised his mistake and went back to get his gloves and the place couldn’t be found so stopping nearby he enquires from a local if they could help , and they where told no pub for miles only the ones in the town, when they arrived at their destination my great aunt told them that she had never heard of this place when it was described and having run a pub for sometime herself knew all near places , they have spent ages looking in this area and never understood what exactly happened that day . My grandad is the type who doesn’t have time for lies and games so if he and my Nan experienced this then I believe them,
Our stories are very similar x
Ha ha ha ha ha…
Seriously. Who changed the time stamps on the OP and the responses.
Too funny.
I think it must have been Rhythmdvl, who got spirited back ten-or-so years when he got picked up by the ghost of Large Marge, who had previously died in a trucking accident (see Post #12 above). She gave him a magic dime for a cup of coffee.
Very odd that the OP joined up to pose this question, and then disappeared again.
Where did he come from? Where did he go?
Where did he come from – compositejoe?
If it hadn’t been for compositejoe
I’d been married long time ago.
Where did he come from, where did he go,
Where did he come from, compositejoe?
I experience time slips all the time. They are pre-echoes of the time travel I will undertake after I invent the time machine some years from now.
In one of his books Keith Laumer proposed the theory that travel between alternate timelines isn’t at all difficult - people do it all the time, without noticing. For instance, the time you’re absolutely positive you left your keys on the kitchen table last night, but now they’re halfway across the house, and you live alone…
Once I was taking a Spanish test where the teacher would say a sentence, and we’d have to translate it. Somehow, I heard questions 1 - 5, then the next thing I heard was question 10. Was it a seizure? Narcolepsy? Karen Jameson across from me with that low cut top? Or was it a time slip?
Yeah, Karen is the most obvious answer. I was, after all, a sixteen year-old male.
At 12:15pm yesterday I looked at the clock, and it was really 2:45pm. Does that count?
I already invented the time machine next week.
I have this time slip problem every Groundhog Day…
It happens to me all the time but it usually means I am looking at timestamps on SDMB posts.