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The obvious, and probably most common reason why one believes that one is psychic is because [skipping over to first person]

I often sing/ hum/ whistle a song , I wander over to the radio, turn it on and WHAM there it is.

I don't know if there is scientific reasons behind this, e.g Radio waves messing with my head. But it does give you a tingle of happiness when the tune you are humming is at the same time being played, as if you also have a radio station in your own head.

On a darker note, I told my brother I thought someone would die and they did so in the following weeks. They weren't terminally ill or anything either.

Yours Truly

Nick W.

This is kind of similar to Nick W's.


This happened just a few days ago! Obviously i now know I am Psychic :)

I was playing music on my laptop when the phone rang and i was forced to turn the music off (so i could hear the person on the phone) but the quickest way was to just turn off the volume. So, after the call ( Which was a damn waste of time!! "Are you Mr Markson? Are you happy with your credit rating - blah blah and then when i said I did not pay the bills they had the nerve to slam the phone on me!!!)

But anyway back to the point. After the call I started singing, trying to get my mind off my annoyance, and a while later i went back on my laptop and turned on the volume and the same song was playing!!!

But here's the best bit! The song was I'm On Call by the Kings Of Leon!!!!!!!

So either I'm psychic or my laptop is!

Right..?

xOxOXoXo : )

I briefly thought I was psychic ten minutes ago when I listened to that extract and thought that I'd foreseen this all before. However, the idea that I was psychic quickly evaporated when I realised I'd heard it all before.

...Or had I?

Lots of love to you Buxtinator & Cornballs.

Kelly Jones
(NOT FROM THE STEREOPHONICS)
XoXxoOoxoXo

I was convinced my eldest daughter was psychic when, ooh - must be 10 years ago now, we all went on our hols to Yorkshire. Alice, for that is my eldest's name, was a big fan of the Mr Men and Little Misses stories. One chilly evening, after settling the children, I picked up the waxy crayons and drawing paper and decided to write a special Mr Men story about Mr Holiday - a big-nosed, orange travelling gonk who suffered chronic wanderlust. Two hours, and several greasy drafts, later I had completed my tome and set it aside for the following day.

At breakfast the next morning, without any provocation whatsoever, Alice piped up: "Can you tell me a Mr Holiday story, daddy?"

I fair choked on my marmite-y toast, I can tell you!

We still have the Mr Holiday manuscript - should I have it exorcised?

Love,
Tony Boydell and his enormous, wonderful family

Here are a few examples of my abilities.

While desperately trying to describe a tune to a friend in a pub, I say "it goes like… THIS!" as the song starts to play out of the establishment’s sound-system.

Also I have the ability to gravitate towards instances of my name. I once sat in an airport next to a seat with a boarding-pass stub with my name on. Another example is, while waiting for a boat in Jamaica, I looked down to see my initial & surname gauged into the concrete.

Hells yeah!

Hi chaps,

This happened only yesterday and definitely proves I am psychic.

I was using Microsoft Excel to generate some random numbers (using the =rand() function). As you know, this generates numbers between zero and one and displays them to six decimal places. This means that there are literally a million and one different numbers that could be displayed.

Imagine my surprise when the last number generated was exactly 1. The chances of that happening are literally a million to one.

As I say, this definitely proves that I am psychic.

Best wishes,

Dan (in Winchester)

Hi all and welcome Lucy!

Aged about 13 I used to believe I was having psychic interactions with the radio and influencing what DJs were playing. This started because I was enthusiastically recommeding Mark Radcliffe to someone, declaring that HE would never play the type of stupid rubbish heard on other shows (for some reason I picked on Status Quo as my example of bad music) SUCH AS STATUS QUO.…just as ‘Pictures of Match Stalk Men’ started, followed by his comment along the lines of ‘Well, that’s the first time I’ve ever played Status Quo on air, don’t know what made me think to dig that one out but that was their first single when they were actually pretty good, believe it or not..’.

If I think about it hard enough on Saturday will you play what I’m thinking of, I wonder…I’ll start thinking about it now…(clue: Its not Status Quo).

Lucy?! I can't believe Adam + Joe have a staff! That's just completely rubbished their ramshackle credentials in my head. The bubble has burst. :(

Oo, isn't Lucy pretty.

That bit of stalky-ness over with...

I've never predicted anything correctly. At what point does predicting my inability to predict things correctly become a useful thing? Er, never, I suppose.

Once, I used a combination of advanced mathematics and my incredible psychic brain to predict the winning numbers in the national lottery. I didn't show anyone the numbers until after the draw, and due to my moral standing I didn't buy a ticket, but my stupider friends were amazed. However, my more intelligent friends remain highly skeptical and think that I'm just an attention-seeking idiothole.

Kill Boggins.

Dear Adam and Joe,

It is every fish tank owners dearest dream that one day their fat and occasionally suicidal fish will produce babies, but as a rule most goldfish eat their own eggs or the tank gets cleaned and the eggs are lost. Or the dude at the fish shop cons you with a pair thats he PROMISES are a male and a female, but are probably the same sex, one who will eventually gnaw off the others eye in some territorial battle.

Anyway, I decided guppies were less suicide prone than goldfish so I got me a bunch of those goodies.

One dark and stormy night (it was the monsoon in Bombay) I had a vivid dream where I was looking at my fish tank and it was crawling with tiny baby guppies. The whole tank was swarming with them, swimming frantically, all crammed up against the glass in a slighlty disturbing way.

It wasn't the most pleasant dream.

In the morning I lumbered off to view my tank. It wasn't swarming. I was relieved.

But lo and behold! There in a corner, transparent and miniature were a tiny shoal of baby guppies swimming around.

I told everyone I knew, the entire household, people at school, (now this blog). I vaguely recall most people were only one degree removed from indifference. Guppies clearly arn't as exciting for everyone.

I have ever had another dream premonition. The greatest tragedy of my life.

~Hi
I am psychic because...i was choosing a drink in a vending machine at a hotel in las vegas and scanned the choices until i found a good-looking kiwi strawberry juice. The button above the one i pushed was for a berry purple drink I thought looked pretty bad. I couldnt help thinking 'I bet the purple drink comes out when i choose the kiwi drink' and lo and behold, the purple drink came out! My psychic skills were trying to warn me and I pushed the button anyway. Or maybe I have some mind power...creepy!
Cheers!
Kerry in the USA

Hi Adam and Joe,

A few years ago I attended a wedding reception where I was sat at a table with a lot of people I didn't know. For some reason the subject of conversation turned to close encounters with creepy crawlies, and everyone was bringing out their anecdotes. I told them about a training day I had been to with my job at a conference centre several months before. During the morning workshop I kept feeling a weird itching on my face, and when I went to the toilet at lunchtime I looked in the mirror and discovered a small spider crawling on my face. Anyway, I told this little anecdotes to the wedding guests, and wondered aloud whether any of the other workshop attendees had noticed my spider-face but decided to say nothing as it was too weird.

As I finished telling the story, one of the wedding guests at the table said, "There's a spider on your face right now."

AND THERE WAS!

Dear Cornballs and Ct Buckulees
I was once reading the book Never Trust A Rabbit by The League Of Gentlemen's Jeremy Dyson on London's The Tube. He's the one that never appears on telly, but as a bit of a geek I knew what he looked like. So imagine my surprise when I looked up to see the man opposite me on the tube was Jeremy Dyson. I coughed loudly and flashed the cover of his book at him and he looked up, smiled and said to me 'that literally never happens'. He then offered to sign the book and we had a little chat. Sadly this psychic story ends on a slightly sour note as we both changed at Oxford Circus and went to the same Victoria line platform and boarded the same northbound tube. Turns out we live really close to each other and now what could have been a nice story for both of us is a creepy one for him as he thought I'd followed him home. I had to pretend to tie my non existent shoe laces to allow him to run away.
Am I psychic? Do I win a prize?
Joe

I went to BUG last night & got chatting to someone who just stumbled across the event by chance. He had no idea who Adam was or anything about his 6Music comedy partner.

He started talking to me about being psychic and to my great disappointment, cited one of those ordinary coincidence things rather than holding me in his thrall with a wild tale.

Joe drifted into my line of vision at the time and I just started giggling. This poor, sweet fella must have thought I was dissing him but I just couldn't be bothered to talk him through TTN etc so I would have just appeared to be a little rude or dismissive.

We were still talking an hour later though..........

can we please replace boggins with lucy? id much rather hear a gorgeous girl on the podcast than an ancient disgusting poo eating dog!.....

@Brian Sweeney .....or Louise :D

I sense that Lucy would only be in the room when Joe has to pop out and Louise would turn up when Adam leaves.

Spider-face is a great story.

it should be called the boggins and joe show! for and old feeble dog he's awake and active far too much!

Wow, Lucy BA is quite the fox!

hi adam and joe

my reason why i think im phycic is because when ever i go to the cinima, the projector stops working half way through the flim. (i.e this happened when i was watching: Paranormal Activaty, all 6 saw films, up, a christmas carol an the biggest of them all...... MOON!!!!!)


LOve you guys


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