Cambridge Coincidences Collection

Well I Never!

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


I met X on a dating site a few years ago.

Love Beyond Borders

I had a spiritual awakening since years ago and it led me to a man I held particular bond with that was unique. Some years later a met a man who was identical in bond but eventually drove me to my current partner. I started seeing sjgns and strange things happened everytime i went away. The last attempt i made i totaled my car after hitting a tree. I gave up trying to leave. He did also because he experienced similar things. The night after i hit a tree my cousins husband(close friend) hit a tree and was killed.


I was in a car with new friends heading south on Lake Ave in Pasadena. I had never been to this area of Pasadena before. The conversation led to me telling a story of travelling in London many years earlier. I was telling of how I'd gotten sick from eating at a restaurant called Garfield's. At the exact moment I said "Garfield's", my eyes landed on a sign we were passing "Garfield's Tax Service". This type of coincidence has happened to me so many times over the years that I rarely remember them.

CA tag

While riding in the backseat of my grandparents' car (heading north on Santa Anita Ave in Monrovia, CA) with them in the front and Mom in the back with me, I asked my grandpa why he hadn't gotten my grandma a personalized plate (as that's very popular in CA). He told me no combinations of grandma's name were available from the DMV and I told of having the same experience with the plate I wanted to get - D Link. Just as that conversation ended a car pulled up next to us with the license plate D Link. It was on a gold Nissan 280z with 1984 Olympic commemorative plates.


When playing whist (diminishing contract) as a child, I was dealt a hand of four cards. I asked my grandfather what to lead if all cards were equally good: I'd been dealt all four aces!

Reunited on a bus

Twenty years ago I was holidaying in Lebanon with a friend. We sat on a tour bus and two young women in front of us heard us talking English and turned round to talk to us. They were French. In conversation one of them mentioned that she had practiced her English with an old lady in the flats where her grandmother lived throughout her childhood. I asked where that was and was surprised when she said 'La Napoule'. I exclaimed that I had visited my elderly auntie there every summer in my childhood. Who was my auntie...


John Lennon was born on my mother's birthday (9th October) and killed on my birthday (8th December)

Vacation coincidence

Two summers ago my husband and I were going on a tour of Germany and at the end of the summer we were taking our family to Siesta Key, which is right outside of Sarasota, Florida. I had made the arrangements right before we left for the tour and had searched things to do in Sarasota several times. While touring Germany we went into a restaurant which had a huge patio area in the middle. We walked around looking for a table, which people were sharing, and sat at one with this single guy who looked very German with his blonde hair and light eyes.

Word of God!

Last night I was listening to an internet radio show that a friend makes. He had technical problems so instead of his usual mix of chat and tracks from multiple genres he put on a playlist of ska and reggae. One track was ‘Let your yeah be yeah’ performed by The Pioneers. The title is a biblical reference. I asked my wife, whether it was a reference to Ecclesiastes like The Byrds’ song ‘Turn, turn, turn’ which is an almost direct quote from the opening lines of Ecclesiastes 3. Actually it is not, the phrase is New Testament, but it had prompted comparison with Ecclesiastes.


One of my aunts runs a Rare Breeds farm in Gloucestershire. Some years ago she was gored by one of her long horn cattle for no obvious reason (nothing like this had happened before) and suffered serious abdominal injuries. She was air lifted to hospital where the surgeon who treated her was Spanish and announced that he knew what to do, because he worked in Seville and often treated Bull Fighters who's been gored. The chances of finding a Spanish Bull Fight surgeon in a small UK hospital, for just such an injury must be very small.