Cambridge Coincidences Collection

Well I Never!

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

Hospital Delivery Unit

My University had made an admin error with my booking for living in halls of residence in my first year. When I got there on my first day it was clear that they'd screwed up with 40-50 other new students. For the first week therefore the Uni had to put us up in a sports hall on fold up beds- think emergency shelter following natural disaster. Anyway the lad on the foldable next to me was from Bangor, Ireland and I was from London. We got chatting and realised that his family an my family had lived in Kenya during the 60s.

Lots of shared birthdays

I have an only child, a daughter;<br /> My birthday 27th January, my son-in-law's mother's birthday 27th January<br /> My daughter's birthday 30th April her father-in-law's birthday 30th April<br /> I have two grandsons;<br /> My grandson Thomas' birthday 22nd February, his great grandmother's birthday 22nd February<br /> My grandson Matthew's birthday 23rd November, his great Uncle's birthday 23nd November<br /> Plus my husband and our friend Bob share the same birthday 17th March<br />

Birthday coincidence

I was born on the 20th July 1979 (which, I have heard, was 10 years to the day after the first moon landing). My half-sister (same Dad, different mums) died of cancer on the 20th July 1988, and then my half-brother had his first daughter on the 20th July 1993.

A wedding dress

I am from New Zealand and I have been living in Cyprus for 28years. I met my current partner 5 years ago. Last year in Sepetember we attended the wedding of his nephew. There was a woman who was wearing the same dress as myself. I had bought the dress in England on a previous visit in June that year. We had a laugh and made our way to the reception. We had the usual photos for the record and on we went. Later on that evening, the " other woman came up to me and sat down.

birthday conincidence

One Christmas in Cambridge we invited a lonely student to have lunch with us. I asked him where he came from. Later I asked him about his family. I asked him his age. Something prompted me to ask his place of birth and then his month of birth and finally the date. I then said," I've met you before" When my middle son was born in Zambia in 1968 I worried that I may be given the wrong baby. Having looked intently at all the other babies in the nursery. I was reassured. My baby was the only white one.Our Christmas guest was one of the black ones.

Sisters

I am one of four sisters. Three of us have the same birthday - 19th May. There's 6 years between me and my older sister and 9 years between me and my younger sister. My other sister's birthday is 19th October.

Shared phone numbers

1 The phone number (excluding area codes applied over time) of my parents in Australia in the '70s was the same as that of my wife's parents in the UK at the same time. 2 I went into a barber's in my old home town in Australia (Castelmaine, Victoria) about 10 years ago for a haircut. We got talking about where I live in the UK (Bristol) and it transpired that his brother ran a local barbers just down the road from my house.

Bumping into Son

I was driving home on an unusual route (for me) at around 3.45/4pm, listening to a Radio 4 programme about 'Coincidences'. As I drove past a bus stop, someone leapt out of the crowd and it was my son (aged around 15). I asked him what on earth he was doing at that bus stop (which was quite a long way from his school and in the opposite direction from home) and he said that he often went to that bus stop in order to get a seat before it would stop at the 'normal' school stop.

Grandfather and Grandfather in law born same day and date and also my Friend

My daughter's grandfather in law and her grandfather were both born on 31 st August 1922 and I also discovered that a close friend, Brian, was born same day and date as me, 24 th August 1950.

Four people share a birthday

I was born on my mother’s 21st birthday – 12th February 1968. A few years ago I was chatting with the elderly gentleman who lived opposite us (he has since died), and I mentioned that it was my birthday next week. “Oh really,” he said. “Which day?” “On Wednesday the 12th.” “Oh, that’s my birthday too,” he said. “Really?” I said. “What a coincidence! It’s always been a special day in our family, because it’s my Mum’s birthday as well.” “Ah yes,” he said.

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