Cambridge Coincidences Collection

The week prior to the 2016 US Presidential election, I met privately with a consultant. In the course of our meeting he referenced a prominent businessman on three separate unsolicited occasions. The businessman is an unspoken hero of mine in Legal academia which makes the mention serendipitous. As is custom we exchanged gifts before parting ways. Given his appreciation of military relics I chose a rare German Handgun recently unearthed in my collection.<br /> A few days later whilst at work, I turned on the news to hear the Republican pundits as it was election week. The first guest on the show is the same businessman that was mentioned. When asked his views on this election he went into a 15-20 minute discussion on Gun Rights in the United States, which struck me as a new debate for this cycle. I excitedly checked my computer while watching, but could not find public mention of this topic by this prominent and outspoken businessman anywhere online.<br /> How extraordinary that such unintruded time was afforded to a private businessman in the days leading up to a United States Presidential election, especially on this infamously pressing network.

I just moved to a new city of 11,000,000 residents and only know a handful of people. I went to my local police station to report a crime that was committed against me by a person who is 2,000 miles away. When I arrived there were three people in the lobby of the station. I know the person at the counter, they manage the business affairs of the individual who I am attempting to report for multiple crimes including stalking.

Back in the 1970s when I was a boy living in the old family house in Torquay, Devon, England, a stranger walked off the street down the path at the side of the house and into our large garden where I was kicking a ball around. I asked him " May I help you?" He replied : "Forgive me wandering in but I wanted to have a look at the old place. I lived here until I was about 4, when we moved to America. It's my first time back in the UK." My father was a local GP and had his family medical practice in our home. It was a large Victorian house with 3 stories built in the 1880s with a large walled garden. I invited the smartly dressed gentleman in his late 50s to come have a look inside his old home, so took him into the breakfast room.

In 1956/7 I attended a secondary school called St Michael and St George's (I think) near a town Iringa in Southern Tanzania. There I formed a close friendship with another 16 year old, David Leonard. His father was a miner on a small gold mine near Mwanza in Tanzania and we (my father was in the colonial administration) lived some 150 miles away in the same area. We both left the school in 1957, I joined the British army and came to the UK and he followed me to stay with relatives a little later. Over the next 2 years we saw each other on a number of occasions, then in 1960 I emigrated to Rhodesia (as it then was), and there being to internet and neither of us being addicted to letter writing we lost all further contact. However, I had not forgotten him and in 2004 when I returned to the UK permanently I got my daughter to put out feelers in the internet, she turned up a couple of David Leonards but not the one I knew and I gave up. In 2011/12 I owned a small corner shop in Cheltenham which my youngest daughter and son-in-law managed and at this time I decided to sell it and asked my son-in-law to find an estate agent and put it in the market.