Cambridge Coincidences Collection

Well I Never!

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

Birthday coincidence

I have 3 brothers, an elder one who is 67, a younger one who is 60 and an even younger one who is 55. In fact the 55 year old is my half brother as my father died and my mother re-married, so his father was my step-father. The birthdays of my elder and youngest brother, the 67 and 55 year old, is 25 January. However, this is also the birthday of the wife of my younger brother who is 60. I have no difficulty in remembering to buy a birthday cards!

EMPTY SKYE

In the late 1970's my wife Anne and I were on a touring holiday in Scotland and quite by chance decided to 'speed rusty boat' across to Skye, driving along out in the middle of nowhere we were, quite genuinely, discussing how different to be somewhere so empty and deserted when a car appeared in the distance behind us, it rapidly overtook us then screeched to a halt, it was a friend keith from Leeds who we hadn't seen for some time, he had recognised our car.

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Our three children, the first 8 years older than the youngest, were all born on a Sunday. We've had various probability suggestions and know it's not unique but how often does it occur? Thank you.

Name Address Coincidences

(Names and adresses altered because they're real) I'm a parcel courier. I deliver to two houses called The Cedars about 2 miles apart from each other. At one lives a Miss Kilter. At the other a Miss Kilman. At two other houses, both called Fernleigh, 4 miles apart live two J. Browns.

Nappy & Horse Race - 50 years and 90 miles apart

About 15 years ago I joined the local (Cambridgeshire) Institute of Directors. Their first outing was to Newmarket Races, with a coach provided from near Huntingdon Racecourse. Whilst waiting my wife & I chatted to another couple. It turned out that him & I were both born in Hanworth (Middlesex) about 5 years apart. His mother & my father worked together during the war (not friends just wartime acquaintances). In 1944 my grandmother was bombed out so my parents went to see her and left me (their tiny baby) with with this work acquaintance. This Newmarket travelling companion had clear memories of helping to change my nappies in 1944. Our parents never kept in touch after the war and it is doubtful we ever met again following the nappie changing until by the side of the road over 50 years later and 90 miles away. We did ensure our parents met again after all these years - they did confirm the nappie changing incident.

Coming to London

I was born a twin in New Zealand on the 23 November and raised in a small town called Rotorua. Ten years later my twin and I immigrated to London. After many years of different jobs and lots of travelling I started working for Network Rail. There was a fellow New Zealander already there and we were sat next to each other. After becoming close friends we discovered we both shared the same birthday (probably not so amazing but still tickled us). About a year later a colleague recruited a girl to work in our team. She too, was a New Zealander. After getting to know her (and becoming firm friends) we discovered she also was born on the 23 November, but for me more coincidental was that she too was a twin and had been brought up in Rotorua. To this day the 3 of us are laughing at what had happened 9 months earlier (not the event!) that finally lead to us all meeting up half way around the world to become friends. (Unfortunately we weren't born the same year, but I didn't think that mattered).

One gender, one birthday, simple...

My ex-wife has two sisters; they're twins, and their birthday is 9 April. I have one sister, whose birthday is also 9 April. I have three daughters, who have an easy task remembering family birthdays: one date, one gender. Apart from me (the father in the story), there has been a continuous trail of eight daughters, with no sons on either side of the family... I've long said that women are the future....

Prayer answered or Coincidence ?

During the 1990s my late father needed an operation and as I had recently converted to catholicism I decided, without telling my parents, to have a mass said for him. His operation was due to take place in February of that year so I made the request to the church in early February, rather hoping that his mass would take place in the same month as the operation. The date allocated was in fact 26th March. My father was not a religious man and the thought of a mass being dedicated to him would have been distressing but I said in prayer - " I know my dad does not believe but please let me know that You are with him" The operation did not take place in February - it was rescheduled for - 26th March at 6p.m, - the very time he was having the operation! What seemed odd to me at the time was that far from declaring it a miracle, many devout Catholic friends said - What a coincidence!

A day in court

In 1971 as a teenager, I fell in love and ran away with a man I had met at work in Birmingham -my but not his, hometown. We shacked up together in a miserable room in Bedford. It wasnt working out, and after a few months I went back home, understanding that M was also moving on - he was something of a hippy drifter. It became clear after a while that i was pregnant. My son was born in December 1971 and having no support I claimed state benefits. I was told in order to do this I had to co-operate in identifying the baby's father. At that time a voluntary organisation worked with single mothers in doing this. They had no luck in finding M, but we had to take forward a case for maintenance in the courts in his absence. On the due day, i turned up at Birmingham Crown Court to meet the ladies from this organisation. I was shocked and distressed to suddenly see M striding across the foyer of the court building. When he had passed, I saw the ladies and asked where they had found him and why they hadnt warned me.

Ed Miliband

As a prelude to this story, you should know that I am neither a member of the Labour Party, nor have taken no previous interest whatsoever in Ed Miliband! A year ago, I dreamt one night that Ed Miliband was my new partner and I was accompanying him on the campaign trail. I awoke and was very struck about how vivid the dream had been. Later that same morning the post arrived. I opened a letter addressed to me, and was shocked on pulling the letter from the envelope to see it headed `Ed Miliband'. I was being invited by him to attend the first of his roadshows, a forum on how the Labour could improve life for families, in early February. Struck, and not a little spooked, by this coincidence, I accepted the invitation to attend, largely to find how I had been selected. I was told that 300 people had been selected randomly from the electoral register. Why did I dream about him the night before receiving the letter?

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