1990. My friend Paul and I were on a cycling tour in Ireland. We had taken a friend’s 11 year old son, Ricki, with us. On the third day we were in a café in a damp one-horse town in the Irish midlands. Totally off the tourist trail. We were all three of us enjoying tea and cake after a good morning’s ride when Ricki started to shyly smile at the table next to ours. “What you doing Ricki?” Paul asked. Ricki whispered “I know those people on the next table”. “What do you mean?” Paul replied, “They live next door to us” said Ricki. And sure enough Ricki’s next door neighbours from Edmonton, North London were next to us totally by chance. Now how likely is that?
By the way, I should stress that all this took place before any Guinness had been drunk for the day. Simon
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