Meetring an old friend, far from home.

This is true. In 1986 whilst serving in the Royal Navy onboard HMS Bristol I was ashore with my mate Lance, in a bar in Kissimmee, Florida. Chatting over a few beers, we realised that we had a mutual mate called Joe O’Driscoll. Joe, an albino and a very popular guy in the Navy, was known to me from when we served together on HMS Coventry in 1981. Lance knew Joe from one of his own previous ships. We spent a few minutes talking about our old friend, swapping funny stories about him, then we decided to move to the next bar along the road. After a drink in that bar, we decided that the first was better and made our back there. Standing where we had been stood not 20 minutes before was Joe, having a beer on his own. Both Lance and I were astounded to see him as neither of us had seen Joe for years and we had no idea he was in the USA. It was if we had some how conjured him up out of nowhere. I must say, I was quite shocked to see him. We all had a great drink together and a fantastic evening. Sadly, this would be the last time I saw Joe. He died some years later without me having a chance to meet up with him again. So I am very pleased we did manage a few drinks together like that. What are the odds of that happening?!