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Three on a match (also known as third on a match) is a supposed superstition among soldiers during the Crimean War to World War I. The superstition goes that if three soldiers lit their cigarettes from the same match, one of the three would be killed or that the man who was third on the match would be shot. Since then it has been considered bad luck for three people to share a light from the same match.
The belief was that when the first soldier lit his cigarette, the enemy would see the light; when the second soldier lit his cigarette from the same match, the enemy would take aim and note if the soldier was friendly or foe; when the third soldier lit his cigarette from the same match, the enemy would fire.
There was in fact no such superstition during the First World War.(The light would not be visible if the soldiers were in a trench or bunker, as they usually were when not attacking.) The superstition was alleged to have been invented about a decade later by the Swedish match tycoon Ivar Kreuger in an attempt to get people to use more matches but it appears he merely made very shrewd use of the already existing belief which may date to the Boer War. In the 1916 novel “The Wonderful Year” the following explanation is given: “It arises out of the Russian funeral ritual in which the three altar candles are lit by the same taper. To apply the same method of illumination to three worldly things like cigars or cigarettes is regarded as an act of impiety and hence as unlucky.”
in other words complete arse water
Let em talk
Yes and when I berth my luxury yacht i’ll prove it.
I do
Not even remotely superstitious…. touch wood :lol:
They can have whatever they want providing they pay for it.
Twisted Raoul Moat parades around in a tiny skirt and top belonging to his former partner of nine years – who last night said: “Thank God he’s dead.”
Marissa Reid, 32, told of the killer’s kinky cross-dressing and told how he made her life hell with beatings, rape and mental torture.
The mother of two of his children said: “I always thought he would kill me. The man was a living monster. He made mine and my children’s lives a misery. I cannot forgive him.”
ning)Marissa said during their nine-year relationship, Moat, 37, throttled her until she passed out, smashed a baseball bat into her spine, whipped her with a belt before raping her while she was tied to a bed, kneed her in the face and punched her repeatedly.
She also told how he was a serial cheat obsessed with underage girls and claimed he battered a man senseless because he chatted to her in a club. And he forced her to have a tattoo with his name as a sick badge of honour, as he did with all his women.
“That man was a living, breathing monster. Thank God he’s dead. He made mine and my children’s lives a misery, I can never forgive him for that.
“I met Raoul when I was just 19 and was impressed with his physique, all those muscles. It was a blind date arranged through my sister and he was a true gent at first and kissed me on the cheek when we said goodbye. For the first six months it was the honeymoon period and everything was great.
“He was very charming, a gentle giant, or so I thought. Then one night he told me, ‘Your mine now, I own you’.”
“When I then tried to leave the club he pinned me face down by the back of the neck on the stairs and said, ‘Get back in there now, you ain’t going anywhere.’ Other bouncers did nothing.
“I sat in the toilets crying for two hours. I was terrified about what was going to happen to me.
“Later I was driven home in his friend’s van and told, ‘Get in the flat.’ I went straight up to bed.”
Moat – who shot himself dead on Saturday morning after a tense stand-off with police in Rothbury – then followed her upstairs and burst into the room snarling: “If you want to be a slag I’ll treat you like one.”
Marissa added: “His eyes were on fire. I was terrified. I was too scared to speak. He got a belt and put it around my wrists and then got another belt looped it through and tied that to the bed.
“He hit me with a belt five times across my back, I screamed for him to stop but he wouldn’t, after he hit me he raped me still tied to the bed.”
Marissa spoke out as Moat’s brother hit out at police branding the killer’s death at his own hand a “public execution”. He also questioned why officers who had Moat surrounded used a Taser gun on him in the driving rain.
Following his brutal rape attack on Marissa she said 6ft 3in, 18 stone Moat’s rages intensified, fuelled by his daily steroid fix.
Marissa said: “He’d get me to measure his arms daily, they were huge, 19-and-a-half inches all the way round. He’d make me inject him with steroids.” In his next savage attack, Moat nearly killed his petite girlfriend. After a long shift at the nightclub he came home and demanded sex.
Marissa said: “When I said no, I was too tired, he got angry, dragged me into the living room, pushed me into the wall face first, grabbed my hair and smashed my head off his knee. He then threw me on the floor.
A former partner of Raoul Moat says he forced her to help him evade a murder rap.
Moat was so desperate to cover his tracks following the gangland killing of a drug dealer in Newcastle 10 years ago, he demanded ex-lover Dawn Cook give him an alibi.
The mother-of-four said: “He came to my door and said, ‘This is the way it’s going to be. I’ve told the police you’re my girlfriend and you were with me on that night and that’s what you’re going to say. If you don’t, somebody will come and get you’.”
Nah i don’t think so
Sooooo Peter Sutcliffe, Myra Hindley, Fred West, Dr Harold Shipman…. compassion for them ?
Here’s another one you won’t get :lol:
