Cambridge Coincidences Collection

Well I Never!

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

Why? By recording your coincidence stories here, you can help him build a picture of what kinds of coincidences are out there and which ones seem to ‘get to’ us the most. Your coincidence stories can also help him explore the scientific explanations which may account for them – whether by doing the maths to calculate the chances of a coincidence, or speculating on the weird and wonderful workings of our brains.

Coincidences tend to be ‘surprising matches’ – sometimes they are lucky, sometimes unlucky, sometimes just mind-boggling. To help you recall the coincidences that have happened in your life, here’s a list of some common types of coincidence:

  • Surprising repetitions: for instance when you’ve had not contact with someone for ages, then find two connections to them very close together in time. Or when over several years multiple members of the same family are born with the same birthday. Or even a repetition of a really rare event – like winning the lottery twice, or your life being saved twice by the same person!
  • Simultaneous events: for example when two people phone each other at exactly the same time.
  • Parallel lives: such as when two people in a small group find they share a birthday or an unusual name, or when two people discover their lives match each other in bizarre details.
  • Uncanny patterns: imagine picking letters in Scrabble that spell your name.
  • Unlikely chains of events: perhaps you lost your false teeth overboard and found them inside a fish you caught twenty years later?

If anything coincidental has happened to you - anything that made you stop and say "well, what were the chances of that..?" - then please record your story in the form below! Please try to keep your story personal - about you or someone you know. The only thing we'd ask you to steer clear of are premonitions or déjà vu, purely because - whilst fascinating - they're quite common and also difficult to analyse.

You could also tell us about coincidences in the news, but please provide a link to a reliable source!


Title: two or three words that give a simple description of your story, eg ‘old friend’ or ‘birthday coincidence’
Coincidence: tell your coincidence story - and please include plenty of relevant detail (places, dates, numbers etc.) and include your first name if you want.
Email address (optional): please leave an email address, as then we can get in touch to find out more!

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Doppelgängers

I loved with a man named Sheh (shay) for 2 years in the UK. It’s short for Shehan which was actually his middle name. But his family heritage is from Sri Lanka. He personally would consider himself a huge metal head with Tool being one of his top top artists. Pretty prone to smoking weed and was not shy to psychedelics. Avid guitarist and comic book reader. Pretty much exclusive wears black. I then go travelling for a bit in NZ and pick up a hitchhiker going by the name of Shane. Weirdly enough his brothers name is Shehan. Seemed to be wearing exclusively black clothes and had long hair. I asked him what music he was into… Tool. And where does your heritage lie? “Well I’m originally from Sri Lanka.” Turns out Shane was also a big fan of smoking cannabis and the occasional psychedelics. Not a guitarist but a drummer, and not necessarily a comic reader, but rather writes his own. They didn’t particularly look alike or act alike, but their descriptions are spookily exactly the same.

Of all the photos...

A few years ago my mother decided to start researching the family tree. She went to Cambridge Central Library to get out a few books to help her. There was a large section on genealogy. She picked out a few books, flicked through them and chose the three which most appealed. She queued up to take them out and as she pushed them along she realised that the photo on the cover of the top book, was a photo of her and 5 friends during her nursing training days. Inside the cover it said ‘unknown nurses’ so she wrote to the author to let her know who they were. Of all the photos ever taken in the world... still gives me shivers.

Jerry

Soon after buying my home, I was looking through documents of past owners. It gave names, dates, and previous residences. About 40 years earlier, someone had moved from my childhood home, to this same house

Haircut - oh brother!

In 2001 I travelled to Japan. Spending three months in Tokyo I eventually needed to get a haircut. speaking no Japanese I was handed a folder in which the barber had cut out pictures from magazines of people with various hair styles so the customer could choose a style. Leafing through the pictures I was confronted by a picture of my brother! Not a model my brother had been photographed on the street in London by a Japanese style magazine. Needless to say I didn't select his picture.

Rob

In the early 90's our family went on a trip to Denmark. It was an organised trip including a coach load of family's going to Copenhagen and Lego Land! We arrived at the airport to board our flight only be to told that we already checked in?! It turns out that a family of four like ours who were on the same trip had the same surname as us. Not a huge coincidence but the system did more complex checks than simply checking the name. Turns out the other family had a son and daughter with the initials R and J the same as me and my sister. And they were the same age. The daughter had the same initial as me and was my age and the son the same age as my sister. Again not a massive coincidence as the names were different. However the father had the same name as my Dad was almost the same age and was born in the same town. The mother was Scottish like my mum had the same name and was the same age. Suffice to say that every hotel we were booked thought it was a double booking leading to a difficult week for the poor tour guide.

Sailing coincidence

In December 2006 I was south west of Australia on a singlehanded, non-stop circumnavigation in my yacht Elsi Arrub. My appendix had burst. I was taken off and my yacht had to be abandoned at sea approx. 300 nautical miles from the southwest tip of Australia. I was transferred to a hospital in Albany, southwest Australia. We hired a plane twice to try and find her but had no luck. In mid February we got a call from the coastguard to say Elsi Arrub had been found, 54 days after I had left her. It turned out an American singlehanded yachtsman, James Burwick, who was sailing from Cape Town to Auckland, had got into trouble in roughly the same area. On the way out to assist him the coastguard plane had flown over what looked like an abandoned yacht. They knew my story and this turned out to be my yacht. She was rescued and taken back to my home in Shetland. In March 2014 I was on another singlehanded, non-stop circumnavigation in the same yacht, Elsi Arrub. This time I was dismasted in a storm near Cape Horn. The same storm dismasted another yacht 100 miles away. It was James Burwick again.

Same car

I used to live in north Wales. And my eldest son lived in Dublin. Aside from his wife and himself, his greatest love was his car, a black German motor with a personalised number plate. He occasionally would come over to do some work in England and if he had the time he would drop in for a drink and a chat. One day I was walkng to the pub and saw a black German motor car with a familiar number plate coming up the road. This surprised me as he hadn't told me he was coming over, and moreover he had driven right past my house - and me - without stopping.I called him on the phone immediately and asked what he was doing. Why, he answered, I'm at home working. No you're not, I replied, I've just seen you motoring up my road! Impossible, he retorted, I'm looking at my car parked here on the drive. Well that's weird, I carried on, your car with reg P33PMD has just gone up the hill in the direction of Mold. But dad, he said, my car number is P13PMD. Similar car, similar (VERY similar) number, right place right time. I never saw that other car again

Auntie Kadine's gift

When I was a little girl, my great auntie Kathleen (pet name Kadine) gave me a hymnbook, which she inscribed with my name. Years later, after about 15 years away from the church, I went back to the church with my fiancé to talk to the minister about getting married. The minister was busy with some other parishioners at the time and gave us some hymnbooks, telling us to familiarise ourselves with the wedding ceremony on a particular page. We read through the ceremony, but the minster was still busy, so to fill the time, I started to flick through the hymnbook. On the inside page I found the inscription 'To Tara, with love from Auntie Kadine'. I didn't even know I had lost my old hymnbook! I asked the minister if he had known it was mine when he gave it to me, but he didn't - he was absolutely gobsmacked and said it was astonishing.

View from the Bog

A few years ago I was managing a small charity in Cinderford, Glos when, late one afternoon, there was a tap on the window. A young lady was looking for an internet cafe or similar to print a document for a friend. Being a kind hearted soul (and knowing Cinderford has never been over-endowed with internet cafes and the library was closed) I suggested I could print it in return for a small donation to the organisation. With the document opened to review before printing I couldn't help noticing it was a piece of work on the hydrology of Borth Bog. Knowing the area well from my Uni days at Aberystwyth we got chatting and it turned out her friend worked there on research. A bit of a coincidence but nothing remarkable. The reason the friend wasn't there was she was in the area looking to buy a house. Where I asked - near Borth came the reply. It's a lovely bungalow north of Borth in Ynyslas by the railway and river and sits up on a tump. It's called ******** I said at which point the lady clearly thought she was in the presence of either a genius or an incredible anorak.

Brought to book. What's in a name?

Making a regular visit to a place that asked all visitors to sign-in, I signed-in as usual using the initial B and then my surname. On signing-out some time later, I noticed that someone else had signed-in immediately under my name with the same surname and initial. That person had also given the name of their company. I took a picture of the signatures in the visitors book and was later able to make contact and shared the co-incidence.

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