Cambridge Coincidences Collection

Well I Never!

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

Time and the Conways (2)

I went to a charity performance of Time and the Conways by Priestley. The story was explained to me that Priestley was interested in Dunne's book Experiment with Time. I was not aware of the purpose of the play nor Dunne's theory about time. The next day I went to a jumble sale, as usual went to the book stall where my hand to fell directly on Dunne's book. I read the book, still have it, Can't make head nor tail of it.

Sometimes There is no choice but to learn Karmic lessons,- need not greedd

I lived in Melbourne and was freqently out of work . I saw an ad in the paper for models in Sydney On taking the Bus up there 13 hr journey I was extremly uncomfortable '' Tummy wobbles'' Anyhow the ad turned out to be a con.

Hospital Visit

Arriving at a large teaching hospital I asked the first nurse I saw where I could find the ward my daughter was in. It transpired she was the nurse allocated to the care of my daughter and took me straight to her

technical support

When I first started my Ph.D. I was working with a then new operating system along with another student and we were having some problems. One evening I stayed in the office to work on a problem after my colleague had gone home. After a few hours I wanted to ask my colleague a question so called his flat. Oddly, the phone didn't even ring before my colleague picked up. We started talking over the problem before it because clear that we were talking at very slightly crossed purposes.

Mrs C A Dawson

I ahve a twin sister living in Canada. Approx 18 years ago, I was working as an office manager at a company called AM International in Hemel Hempstead. One day, one of the company directors told me that the company was about to go through an official audit and one of the company auditors from our head office in Dallas would be visiting. I was asked if I would accomodate this auditor in my office area, and show her around, including tea & coffee, canteen, stationary supplies etc.

family meeting

In 1947 I went to Warwick from my parent's home in Worthing to apply for a course in Birmingham. There were a number of applicants. Luckily I was accepted and with another successful applicant we agreed to share digs. She had come from Spalding. Later in the year she rang to say she and her parents were staying in Eastbourne and could she and her mother come over to Worthing to meet up again. We chatted for a while then as conversation flagged I suggested they went down the garden to meet my father.

Doorstep caller coincidence

I was watching an episode of Mr Bean on a Sunday afternoon, about two years ago, where he was walking through a shopping centre. It reminded me of the time when I was walking through a shopping centre, in the 1970s, and was stopped by a market researcher who asked me about the Radio 1 Newsbeat programme. The next minute there was a knock at the door. It was a market researcher from NOP who was asking questions about pop music. He wanted to talk to somebody under 30, so I was no use to him.

Bosnia Herzogovinha

In the 80s I was reading Anna Karenina with BBC Radio Four on in the background. I just got to the part where Bosnia Herzogovinha is mentioned - this was the forst time I had seen this written down or heard of it, I wondered how it was pronounced and at that exact same split second the BBC Radio news reader said it . . . wow, I laughed at that because it was such a coincidence

Co-ann-cidence (ho ho ho, how we laughed)

I was talking to my wife about a friend (Ann) who we had not seen for some time. Later, I was with an acquaintance (Betty) who mentioned her brother and his wife (Carol) and showed me a photo of them Carol looks like our friend Ann Carol’s a tax inspector. So is Ann Carol works in Portsmouth. So does Ann (For the sake of clarity: Carol is not Ann)

The tube in her rucksack

In December 2011 I had a holiday on Iona and was travelling across Mull on my way home to Banchory, in Aberdeenshire. It was 6am and the bus picked up four passengers on the way to the ferry terminal. One woman in her early 70s carried a haversack containing a long tube which stuck out from the top. There is a two hour wait in Oban for the train to Glasgow. I bumped into the woman in Oban and asked her if she would join me for a cup of coffee. She had spent her childhood in Inkpen, the same village in Wiltshire as my husband. She knew his parents well and many other mutual friends.