'He's my manager'!

I went to small grammar school in the East End of London. There were only about 350 boys and the same number of girls. When I joined in 1963, the boys and girls schools were separate, but occupying the same building! It wasn't difficult to know everyone of the other 349 boys by name and some were easier to recall than others, for a variety of reasons. Geology was a popular A level course and I took it myself. There was a boy a few years older than me (maybe 3 or 4) who took the course and I heard over the years that he had studied the subject at university and had gone on to become a practising geologist. Rumours were that he was working in Canada, but this was never confirmed and none of the former pupils that I knew were in direct contact with him, although some had also become geologists. I was never 'friends' with this boy, as he was older than me and I very much doubted that he would even remember me. In 1989 I went to Calgary in Alberta, Canada to visit my sister-in-law and brother-in-law (my wife's sister and her husband). These people were all from the North-East of England and the Canadian couple had lived there since the early 1960s. They had no connection with London (where I'm from) and I knew very little about them, although I did know that my brother-in-law was a geologist, working for a large oil company. My wife and I were there for three weeks and we travelled around that part of Canada. Towards the end of our holiday we were back in Calgary and one evening as we were having a drink before dinner, I mentioned to my brother-in-law how geology was a popular course at my school and that I knew a number of people who were in 'the business'. I thought to mention this older, former pupil, whose name I knew (though not much else) and suggested that he might be 'in Canada'. My brother-in-law retorted, 'He's my manager'! I subsequently met up with the boy from my old grammar school for lunch, before we departed for the UK.