Incredible co-incidences
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Reminds me of the time I auditioned for a band as a bassist. (I don't usually play bass so had to borrow an amp.) Didn't get it so decided that was the end of that. But about a year or so later I got a call from the rhythm guitarist to say he was about to do an album of his songs and would I like to play bass on it? So I said yes and when I turned up for the first rehearsal he said, "I've found a really good drummer," and when the drummer walked in ... it was the drummer who'd just joined the band I was in.
blindswelledrat said:
Mark Benson said:
I was put up for adoption in 1970 because my birth mother was a 16 year old Catholic girl from Lancashire who wasn't allowed to keep me.
I was adopted by parents from North Yorkshire.
35 years later, the adoption agency contacted me to say my birth mother was looking for me and would I consider a meeting?
I agreed and they sent me her address....
....5 minutes walk from my flat in London.
Not that massive a coincidence I would say.I was adopted by parents from North Yorkshire.
35 years later, the adoption agency contacted me to say my birth mother was looking for me and would I consider a meeting?
I agreed and they sent me her address....
....5 minutes walk from my flat in London.
Perhaps 2-3% of the population live within 5 minutes of you in London?
Mark Benson said:
I was put up for adoption in 1970 because my birth mother was a 16 year old Catholic girl from Lancashire who wasn't allowed to keep me.
I was adopted by parents from North Yorkshire.
35 years later, the adoption agency contacted me to say my birth mother was looking for me and would I consider a meeting?
I agreed and they sent me her address....
....5 minutes walk from my flat in London.
How was the reunion?I was adopted by parents from North Yorkshire.
35 years later, the adoption agency contacted me to say my birth mother was looking for me and would I consider a meeting?
I agreed and they sent me her address....
....5 minutes walk from my flat in London.
Chatting with an acquaintance I have known for a few years but not very well. They mention the sector they work in (wine retail), I mention I work in a niche part of the sector and deal with their company. Turns out they have met my colleague and I have been copied in on a few emails!
Had a few hours spare in London before catching the sleeper back. Browsing round a secondhand bookshop I picked up a vintage copy of the Clyde Cruising Club sailing guide to the West coast of Scotland. On the flyleaf written neatly 'This book belongs to' followed by my Grandfather's name and address.
Saw a book about bees with "this belongs" to my father on eBay but got outbid.
Dunno if true and think it may be a fable of those motoring stories of the dim distant past. But two motorists driving like hell down a country lane and each other on the wrong side of the road as they approach a blind bend but pass each other safely both still on the wrong side.
Drivers get out, walk up to each other, shake hands and then drive off.
Dunno if true and think it may be a fable of those motoring stories of the dim distant past. But two motorists driving like hell down a country lane and each other on the wrong side of the road as they approach a blind bend but pass each other safely both still on the wrong side.
Drivers get out, walk up to each other, shake hands and then drive off.
My dad driving back from RAF Henlow in a real pea soup fog ,nose against the windscreen job .
Going through one of the villages he passes a car going in the opposite direction on the wrong side of the road ,only doing about 10 mph as it was that bad .
Turns out it was his next door neighbour going to the camp for his shift .
Going through one of the villages he passes a car going in the opposite direction on the wrong side of the road ,only doing about 10 mph as it was that bad .
Turns out it was his next door neighbour going to the camp for his shift .
Well if you want a book related one...a few years ago we were out for the day and the wife was browsing at a 2nd hand bookstall(why?)in some dodgy market. I wandered over to show interest and had a look for about a minute.
Hmm, I think I recognise that book from somewhere. Opens it up and yes, I'm in it! It was a book of poems where each school had one selected to be in (to celebrate Prince Charles Investiture as it happens) and then given out free to parents. This was 40+ years later and nowhere near the original area. Called "There's Rosemary" if anyone else still has a copy or is also in it!
The wife blurted out "He's in it" so he charged us £2 instead of the 20p for all the others!
Hmm, I think I recognise that book from somewhere. Opens it up and yes, I'm in it! It was a book of poems where each school had one selected to be in (to celebrate Prince Charles Investiture as it happens) and then given out free to parents. This was 40+ years later and nowhere near the original area. Called "There's Rosemary" if anyone else still has a copy or is also in it!
The wife blurted out "He's in it" so he charged us £2 instead of the 20p for all the others!
My mom was looking for a holiday house and found one she liked but was above her budget.
Despite that, she made a low ball offer which was immediately accepted to much surprise.
When she met the owner, he told her that the house was his late wife's project and that she passed away before having the chance to enjoy it.
It happens that his late wife's full name was EXACTLY the same as my mum's. "It felt right" - he said.
Despite that, she made a low ball offer which was immediately accepted to much surprise.
When she met the owner, he told her that the house was his late wife's project and that she passed away before having the chance to enjoy it.
It happens that his late wife's full name was EXACTLY the same as my mum's. "It felt right" - he said.
Three years ago my wife and I were staying in the Ferry Inn at Boddinick in Cornwall.
We were having dinner one evening, at the next table was an elderly lady with her grandson.
We got chatting, and she said she was from Welshpool.
[ Bear in mind that we live near Doncaster, and my father lives in Saffordshire. ]
I said to her that I only knew two things about Welshpool, that they had a narrow guage steam railway, and that in 1951, before I was born, my father had been chased down the main street by an escaped bullock.
The old lady looked me straight in the eye and said, '' that was my bullock ''.
Beat that.
We were having dinner one evening, at the next table was an elderly lady with her grandson.
We got chatting, and she said she was from Welshpool.
[ Bear in mind that we live near Doncaster, and my father lives in Saffordshire. ]
I said to her that I only knew two things about Welshpool, that they had a narrow guage steam railway, and that in 1951, before I was born, my father had been chased down the main street by an escaped bullock.
The old lady looked me straight in the eye and said, '' that was my bullock ''.
Beat that.
I bought a fountain pen from an ebay seller with a distinctive last name. Three months later I went to work for a large company in London, over 4000 people in the office over 22 floors.
The person sat opposite me had the same unusual last name, I didnt twig at all that there could be a connection.
After a couple of months I asked her if she was connected to a Roy ********, it was her father in law.
The person sat opposite me had the same unusual last name, I didnt twig at all that there could be a connection.
After a couple of months I asked her if she was connected to a Roy ********, it was her father in law.
OzzyR1 said:
blindswelledrat said:
Mark Benson said:
I was put up for adoption in 1970 because my birth mother was a 16 year old Catholic girl from Lancashire who wasn't allowed to keep me.
I was adopted by parents from North Yorkshire.
35 years later, the adoption agency contacted me to say my birth mother was looking for me and would I consider a meeting?
I agreed and they sent me her address....
....5 minutes walk from my flat in London.
Not that massive a coincidence I would say.I was adopted by parents from North Yorkshire.
35 years later, the adoption agency contacted me to say my birth mother was looking for me and would I consider a meeting?
I agreed and they sent me her address....
....5 minutes walk from my flat in London.
Perhaps 2-3% of the population live within 5 minutes of you in London?
Also, about 40% of London is green space, parks, woodland, where no one lives! So only 60% of London is populated, a fact that most outside London would find surprising.
Edited by TwigtheWonderkid on Monday 19th December 16:25
Robbo 27 said:
I bought a fountain pen from an ebay seller with a distinctive last name. Three months later I went to work for a large company in London, over 4000 people in the office over 22 floors.
The person sat opposite me had the same unusual last name, I didnt twig at all that there could be a connection.
After a couple of months I asked her if she was connected to a Roy ********, it was her father in law.
I too know Roy PenforgerThe person sat opposite me had the same unusual last name, I didnt twig at all that there could be a connection.
After a couple of months I asked her if she was connected to a Roy ********, it was her father in law.
When I was a 6th former I had a Saturday job at Argos.
I got pulled into the managers office one day and asked about me making nuisance calls to a member of staff - I knew nothing about it.
A lady who worked there had been getting numerous heavy breathing type calls to her house - police were involved and they knew it was someone who worked at Argos as the police had traced one of the calls to the store.
Once night she came home, dialled 1471 and got put through to my house where my dad answered. She asked who's house it was etc - got the surname, asked if they were related to me etc.. Hence I get pulled in for a chat on the basis I'm some kind of sex pest.
Turns out that my brother had looked up his mates number in his filofax - he dialled the first three numbers of his mate - and then the last three numbers of the name below.
That made this woman's number - who I happened to work with - who happened to be getting sex pest calls from someone at work.
Her getting a call from my house was a ridiculous coincidence that was quite difficult to explain. The odds of that happening must have been insanely small..
I got pulled into the managers office one day and asked about me making nuisance calls to a member of staff - I knew nothing about it.
A lady who worked there had been getting numerous heavy breathing type calls to her house - police were involved and they knew it was someone who worked at Argos as the police had traced one of the calls to the store.
Once night she came home, dialled 1471 and got put through to my house where my dad answered. She asked who's house it was etc - got the surname, asked if they were related to me etc.. Hence I get pulled in for a chat on the basis I'm some kind of sex pest.
Turns out that my brother had looked up his mates number in his filofax - he dialled the first three numbers of his mate - and then the last three numbers of the name below.
That made this woman's number - who I happened to work with - who happened to be getting sex pest calls from someone at work.
Her getting a call from my house was a ridiculous coincidence that was quite difficult to explain. The odds of that happening must have been insanely small..
phil1979 said:
Robbo 27 said:
I bought a fountain pen from an ebay seller with a distinctive last name. Three months later I went to work for a large company in London, over 4000 people in the office over 22 floors.
The person sat opposite me had the same unusual last name, I didnt twig at all that there could be a connection.
After a couple of months I asked her if she was connected to a Roy ********, it was her father in law.
I too know Roy PenforgerThe person sat opposite me had the same unusual last name, I didnt twig at all that there could be a connection.
After a couple of months I asked her if she was connected to a Roy ********, it was her father in law.
Mr Gearchange said:
When I was a 6th former I had a Saturday job at Argos.
I got pulled into the managers office one day and asked about me making nuisance calls to a member of staff - I knew nothing about it.
A lady who worked there had been getting numerous heavy breathing type calls to her house - police were involved and they knew it was someone who worked at Argos as the police had traced one of the calls to the store.
Once night she came home, dialled 1471 and got put through to my house where my dad answered. She asked who's house it was etc - got the surname, asked if they were related to me etc.. Hence I get pulled in for a chat on the basis I'm some kind of sex pest.
Turns out that my brother had looked up his mates number in his filofax - he dialled the first three numbers of his mate - and then the last three numbers of the name below.
That made this woman's number - who I happened to work with - who happened to be getting sex pest calls from someone at work.
Her getting a call from my house was a ridiculous coincidence that was quite difficult to explain. The odds of that happening must have been insanely small..
That is insane!I got pulled into the managers office one day and asked about me making nuisance calls to a member of staff - I knew nothing about it.
A lady who worked there had been getting numerous heavy breathing type calls to her house - police were involved and they knew it was someone who worked at Argos as the police had traced one of the calls to the store.
Once night she came home, dialled 1471 and got put through to my house where my dad answered. She asked who's house it was etc - got the surname, asked if they were related to me etc.. Hence I get pulled in for a chat on the basis I'm some kind of sex pest.
Turns out that my brother had looked up his mates number in his filofax - he dialled the first three numbers of his mate - and then the last three numbers of the name below.
That made this woman's number - who I happened to work with - who happened to be getting sex pest calls from someone at work.
Her getting a call from my house was a ridiculous coincidence that was quite difficult to explain. The odds of that happening must have been insanely small..
In fact, the odds of this happening are almost exactly 1000000000 times more unlikely than you being a heavy breathing sex pest
Mr Gearchange said:
When I was a 6th former I had a Saturday job at Argos.
I got pulled into the managers office one day and asked about me making nuisance calls to a member of staff - I knew nothing about it.
A lady who worked there had been getting numerous heavy breathing type calls to her house - police were involved and they knew it was someone who worked at Argos as the police had traced one of the calls to the store.
Once night she came home, dialled 1471 and got put through to my house where my dad answered. She asked who's house it was etc - got the surname, asked if they were related to me etc.. Hence I get pulled in for a chat on the basis I'm some kind of sex pest.
Turns out that my brother had looked up his mates number in his filofax - he dialled the first three numbers of his mate - and then the last three numbers of the name below.
That made this woman's number - who I happened to work with - who happened to be getting sex pest calls from someone at work.
Her getting a call from my house was a ridiculous coincidence that was quite difficult to explain. The odds of that happening must have been insanely small..
Similar story which I havent been able to work out. I went out with someone once. That same week I was away travelling and checked into a hotel, 200 miles from home. During that evening the person that I had gone out with had three explicit phone calls that had been made from the fax machine in the back office of the hotel that I was staying at.I got pulled into the managers office one day and asked about me making nuisance calls to a member of staff - I knew nothing about it.
A lady who worked there had been getting numerous heavy breathing type calls to her house - police were involved and they knew it was someone who worked at Argos as the police had traced one of the calls to the store.
Once night she came home, dialled 1471 and got put through to my house where my dad answered. She asked who's house it was etc - got the surname, asked if they were related to me etc.. Hence I get pulled in for a chat on the basis I'm some kind of sex pest.
Turns out that my brother had looked up his mates number in his filofax - he dialled the first three numbers of his mate - and then the last three numbers of the name below.
That made this woman's number - who I happened to work with - who happened to be getting sex pest calls from someone at work.
Her getting a call from my house was a ridiculous coincidence that was quite difficult to explain. The odds of that happening must have been insanely small..
This is back in the day when fax machines had a phone hand set attached to them.
I didnt make those calls, obviously, and I hadnt made a note of this womans phone number that someone who could have worked in the hotel could have seen.
Either she was lying, which is unlikely because she asked me if I had been staying at the White Bear hotel when she could not have known this, or it is just a coincidence.
This is a freaky one that happened to me.
My mum is a farmers daughter, when she was 14 she was shot accidentally with a shotgun, wrong place, wrong time.
As a kid I always remember her setting off the metal detectors at airports as she had some pellets still inside her!
Anyway fast forward to the mid 90s I used to do circuit training with a bunch of people and we entered a team in competitions.
Chatted on and off to one girl in the group.
Fast forward again 2 years and she gets married and I am invited to the evening party, talking to the bridesmaid she casually says the brides dad runs a plant hire company, I think no more of it.
I lose contact with the bride.
Another few years later my mums brother is over from Aus and staying with her, I call in to see him as does an old school friend of his, they are chatting about long lost friends, my uncle mentions a name and the visitor says, oh he is doing well, he now owns a plant hire company, my ears prick up.
The surname is the same as the brides maiden name, so I pipe up that I think I know his daughter.
My mum says you know who that is, I don't have a clue.
Its only the guy that shot my mum!!!!!!!
Small world I think......
Few more years and my mum says one day that a new girl had started in her works, they had got chatting and as a result the girl says I think I know your son.
She tells me her name, and I reply you know who that is! its the daughter of the guy who shot you :-)
She goes into work the next day and tells the story, the girl had never heard about it, and immediately rings her dad who confirms it all 40 years later.
If he had been a better shot neither the girl or I would have existed!
Had I not had a 1 minute chat at that wedding, or been present when my uncle was reminiscing, we still would never have made the connection even to this day.
My mum is a farmers daughter, when she was 14 she was shot accidentally with a shotgun, wrong place, wrong time.
As a kid I always remember her setting off the metal detectors at airports as she had some pellets still inside her!
Anyway fast forward to the mid 90s I used to do circuit training with a bunch of people and we entered a team in competitions.
Chatted on and off to one girl in the group.
Fast forward again 2 years and she gets married and I am invited to the evening party, talking to the bridesmaid she casually says the brides dad runs a plant hire company, I think no more of it.
I lose contact with the bride.
Another few years later my mums brother is over from Aus and staying with her, I call in to see him as does an old school friend of his, they are chatting about long lost friends, my uncle mentions a name and the visitor says, oh he is doing well, he now owns a plant hire company, my ears prick up.
The surname is the same as the brides maiden name, so I pipe up that I think I know his daughter.
My mum says you know who that is, I don't have a clue.
Its only the guy that shot my mum!!!!!!!
Small world I think......
Few more years and my mum says one day that a new girl had started in her works, they had got chatting and as a result the girl says I think I know your son.
She tells me her name, and I reply you know who that is! its the daughter of the guy who shot you :-)
She goes into work the next day and tells the story, the girl had never heard about it, and immediately rings her dad who confirms it all 40 years later.
If he had been a better shot neither the girl or I would have existed!
Had I not had a 1 minute chat at that wedding, or been present when my uncle was reminiscing, we still would never have made the connection even to this day.
Edited by PAUL500 on Tuesday 20th December 01:47
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