Cambridge Coincidences Collection

Well I Never!

Professor David Spiegelhalter of Cambridge University wants to know about your coincidences!

Meeting housemate in foreign country

While at university, on impulse I took a trip to St. Petersburg, Russia. One day walking through a market, I heard my name being called and turned to see my housemate from University who had also took a trip to St. Petersburg. Neither of us knew the other was going there, and we met in a random market. The funny thing was that as soon as I heard my name, I thought, "Oh, that'll be Ed, I thought there was a good chance I'd bump into him". Weird.

Nigerian connectio

My husband & I were in Ireland 2 weeks ago and went to visit his seriously ill cousin who had been transferred from Limerick Hsp to the Mater Hsp in Dublin. When we arrived at the ward we were told he had gone for a an MRI scan and therefore couldn't see him. Walking towards us was smiling Nigerian woman in some sort of nurse uniform, who approached me saying 'Margaret's sister'? It turned out she was Mitchelle one of my late sister Margaret's home carers. Margaret died nearly 2 years ago and Mitchelle was the last person to see her at home before she died.

pigeoncidence

The neighbors opposite put a new large plaster nameplate on the front of their house on Sunday. It had the new name of their house and the date 1887. On Tuesday a pigeon landed in my garden and made himself at home, even came into the house a couple of times. On his wristband the number 7881...

Wrong Number

My father was dining with friends when the telephone rang. His hostess answered the phone, and returned to the table to tell my father 'Stef, it's for you.' He exchused himself from the table, and spoke to the friend who had called, asking 'How did you know I was here?' The friend replied 'What do you mean, I dialed your home number.' The call was somehow misconnected and the 'wrong number' was that of the people with whom he was dining. My father's telephone number and that of his hosts bore no resemblance to each other.

birthdays

In 2009 I was 66 my daughter was 43 she was born in 1966 I was born in 1943. Next year 2015 I will be 72 my son will be 43 he was born in 1972

Following my family

During the course of my family history research I have found that I have lived in the same areas around the country as my ancestors. Things got ridiculous when I was living with my boyfriend and his parents and found that one branch lived in the same road as where I was then living.

pony by chance

We used to name our ponies after beers. So when we lost foster to illness we looked for a replacement. My daughter found a filly for sale and made arrangements to view her. Only having had geldings before we struggled to come up with a feminine beer name, Stella didn't cross my mind. So I came up with milly, after miller light beer. When being driven across the new forest to view her by the vendor, she was a feral pony, he turned to us and said, we have already named her, we called her milly.

mrs josephine bond

We used to name our ponies after beers. So when we lost foster to illness we looked for a replacement. My daughter found a filly for sale and made arrangements to view her. Only having had geldings before we struggled to come up with a feminine beer name, Stella didn't cross my mind. So I came up with milly, after miller light beer. When being driven across the new forest to view her by the vendor, she was a feral pony, he turned to us and said, we have already named her, we called her milly.

do not follow Bob

This is about Bob, my ex-father in-law. It seems that if Bob visits your town you should leave when he does. In 89 Bob was in San Francisco the day before the quake In 97 Bob was in Paris the night before princess Diana died In 2011 Bob visited the twin towers the Monday before they went down. Don't follow Bob!

pony by chance

We used to name our ponies after beers. So when we lost foster to illness we looked for a replacement. My daughter found a filly for sale and made arrangements to view her. Only having had geldings before we struggled to come up with a feminine beer name, Stella didn't cross my mind. So I came up with milly, after miller light beer. When being driven across the new forest to view her by the vendor, she was a feral pony, he turned to us and said, we have already named her, we called her milly.

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