Are you?
I just found myself saying “One for sorrow, two for joy,” on seeing a magpie.
I don’t consider myself supestitious though.
What do you do that might be considered superstitious?
Nope, but used to be a teeny bit. I used to carry a StChris in my back pocket when racing “back in the day” and thought it kept me safe. Truth is I don’t think it had anything to do with safety, I still crashed and burned. Then one day I crashed and it fell out of my rear pocket and that was it..
I’m not superstitious but I do have specific habits/routines, especially pre-ride checks type stuff, that if aren’t “right” bug me until I stop and do it ‘properly’ …
I purposely walk under ladders to prove its just hocus pocus.
I beleive this got codified – its called health and safety – a spanner, tin of paint etc landing on your head is not suspersition its serious injury – certainly without your hard hat on.
Many things we see as voodoo or religion actually have a historic useful reason and purpose we dont realise.
except bike related, then I’m superstitious, don’t mention punctures or lack thereof, don’t do a one last run, don’t say “looks like we’ve missed the worst of the weather” etc.
Don’t really believe it will tempt fate but I do feel uncomfortable doing any of the above
I know it’s different but I took a girl to the cinema to watch candyman many moons ago. Whilst driving back i said candyman twice in the mirror and she proper freaked out – had to stop the car and she was getting hysterical – not superstition but stupid all the same
Gotta love the female kind, can’t live with em’ … can’t kill em’
I couldnt read this as im superstitious of reading about superstition.
I did see a magpie sitting on the back of a sheep this morning on the way to work, never seen a sheep with a look of ”WTF?!” like that on its face before, ears all pricked.
not superstitious at all, but Magpies do freak me out a bit so I always say hello to them.
they always seem to be knocking around wherever I live, with their spooky shrill squawks.
at the moment there is a male, a female and a fledgling magpie in my back garden all the time. at dusk they like to bang sticks on the skylights in my living room which freaks me out good and proper.
It’s an evil creature that serves as an omen of impending fog. The sort of fog that stops the choppers flying and me going home tomorrow after 2 weeks out at work. The wee sods are having a gay old time jumping out of the water round the legs of the platform.
