Superstitions

I’m very much someone that thinks “if it’s going to happen, it’ll happen”, so I don’t really take part in superstitions – apart from throwing salt over my shoulder. No idea why I do this one and not others though…

All this makes me think of is the scene in Dumb and Dumber, where Harry hits Seabass with the salt shaker (“kick his ass Seabass!”).

There are so many superstitions out there, like it being bad luck to get your haircut on a Tuesday in India, or ladies in Rwanda not eating goat meat as they believe it will give them facial hair – I’ve got a lot of time for superstitions like this as they are pretty funny, but superstitions in the UK are just a bit odd.

Like the whole walking over 3 drains thing… it makes me smile when I am walking down the street and the person coming the other way walks into my path to avoid 3 drains. Well I laugh afterwards; I’m usually trying not to show my WTF face at the time of impact. I mean, what are you actually doing Kevin? You’d rather walk into a strangers face, than walk over 3 drains? C’mon mate!

I get not walking under a ladder, that’s just common sense as there’s probably someone up there doing something which could fall on your head; or not opening an umbrella inside, as I can’t remember the last time it rained indoors. But it being bad luck to do so, I’m not convinced and just think its just a bit silly of people to do these things in my opinion.

To create good luck, some people touch wood, or touch their head and say “touch wood”. Are you Pinocchio mate? No? Well why are you touching your head then? Its made of skin, bone, blood and that, not wood mate.

Anyway, I decided to write about superstitions as my very good friend has loads of superstitions, mainly when it comes to football.

The best of which happened in 2004, when Liverpool were 1-0 down to Olympiakos at half time and had to win by 2 clear goals to qualify. My mate decided to buy some pistachio nuts at half time, and Liverpool suddenly turned it round and won 3-1, which lead to one of the most iconic bits of football commentary in recent history – “What a hit son… what a hit!”.

He then had to get a bag of pistachio’s for every game and would share them with as many people as possible to create the luck. In fairness, we won the Champions League that season, so it might’ve been down to that half time purchase – who knows?

Ending on a superstition I quite like; its bad luck for brides and grooms to see each other on their wedding day. I don’t believe the superstition, but I like this one as there’s something quite romantic about seeing each other for the first time as the bride walks down the aisle – so that one can stay.

Right, I’m off to break some mirrors, drive around until a black cat walks in front of me and throw salt shakers at people.

Have an awesome weekend.

Danny B

Dan Beecher

Finance & Banking Consultant

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