Meeting people I know in odd places

I guess most people have run into old friends in out of the way places and it hasn't happened to me for a while, but I thought the following might be of interest. I’ve met people from my old class at Weavers Comprehensive School (in a little town called Wellingborough) whilst walking through Lavender Hill London and also whilst waiting at a taxi rank in Oxford. Big deal. Well I also spent ten days at a Buddhist retreat in Hereford with a vow of silence for eight of those days. On the tenth day I got chatting to a guy who said he was from a little town I wouldn't have heard of...Wellingborough. Apparently he lived on the Kingsway, that's interesting I said, I live on the Queensway. And I also shared a taxi in London with guys from the Middlesex Uni rugby team. One particularly gi-normous guy starting talking about how 'his' team was doing, the Northants Saints. 'Are you from near there?' 'Yes, a little town you wouldn't have heard of ...Wellingborough.' He was pretty damn distinctive too but it just didn't register I'd seen him before. But the best was during a 9-month stay in Australia. After escorting my girlfriend to her nightshift through a particularly rough area near King's Cross Sydney, I sometimes wandered back finding new routes to the flat. This particular night I found myself on a virtually deserted street with three pretty rough characters walking toward me. As we passed I flicked a glance and continued on, then stopped, turned, and called 'Mark !' There was a pause and he said '...Will ?' Another three guys from Weavers; Mark, Mark and Chris. On the other side of the planet and still running into people. Not as good as some of the things I’ve read here but the odds on that last one must be damn slim.