Small world syndrome strikes again


So I had dinner with a friend from my Cosmopolitan days (a way sexier term for a time in my distant past than “The Recession”, I must remember that in my next dealing with a young person) on Wednesday and I couldn’t help boasting “I’m going to Los Angeles on Saturday!” He stared at me in shock. I stared back at him in mild terror – what had I said wrong?

I’m going to Los Angeles on Friday,” he finally replied.


He’s there for a friend’s 50th birthday (OK, we’re back to using terms that are better not mentioned around young people).

So we’re meeting in the bar of The Penninsula Hotel for a drink on Saturday night.

How cool will that be?  Talk about a fantastic coincidence. But then my life is one long, bizarre string of them, not all so fantastic, however.

I’ve blogged about my coincidental life before in  Small World Syndrome  and I’m a little bogged down in the packing and baking (pandas need a rethink, worms looked weird coming out of apples, so I’m going for teddies on the beach and choc-chip muffins) so here it is again:

“There’s never a good time to crash into a sporty car on the Sydney Harbour Bridge. When you’re running $5-a-minute late to get Sprog 1 from after-school care is a particularly bad time. It was Melbourne Cup Day, 2009. The owner of the sporty black car was driving home to celebrate his big win. He was furious, but fortunately didn’t swear at me, because he turned out to be the dad of Sprog 1′s kindy classmate. Sprog 1′s birthday party was two weeks later and I was mortified when he arrived at the front door. We can laugh about it now …
I live a life crammed with coincidence. It gets a bit freaky sometimes. On our recent European sojourn, we had tea with Sprog 2′s soccer teammate in the shadow of the Sagrada Familia. When I started my script-writing course, an old work associate was in the class. We live near each other, so he gives me a lift home every Tuesday. Handy. Two women I worked with at Cosmopolitan magazine 15 years ago have kids at the same infants school as mine. After my old boyfriend dumped me, we ran into each other constantly. The pub, the mall, the park … Actually, that wasn’t a co-incidence, it was stalking …
At a school mums’ dinner last week, we started comparing concidences. Two mums kicked it off with the discovery they share the same doctor several suburbs away. Another mum called Tanya, who’s married to a man called Mark, recalled her surprise when a new boy joined the class earlier this year … who had a mum called Tanya married to a man called Mark. Then Tanya and Mark and Tanya and Mark stumbled upon each other at a party on the other side of town. I offered up a mum from Sprog 2′s kindy class who turns out to be the sister of a girl I worked with 20 years ago. They also have a brother who I randomly befriend at a series of sweaty parties in my youth. Things got really weird when the kindy mum visited an old friend, who talked about meeting two lovely little girls called Sprog 1 and Sprog 2 on the beach in Newcastle. The kindy mum asked if, by chance, their mother was called Alana … Ah yes, she was.

Sadly, such co-incidences don’t run to my lottery ticket number matching the one pulled from the barrel, but I live in hope.

Moral to the story: it’s not a small world, it’s a miniscule one. I keep that in mind when strangers piss me off. You just never know who their friends might be.”

Any small world incidents of your own to share?

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  1. All the time!

    Like meeting an old infant school chum on Earl’s Court Station platform after 15 years and still recognising each other!

    How about giving a lift back to Maitland Station to a couple of girls who had a broken down car in the Upper Allyn River and discovering 12 years later at the wedding of a mate (I was best man) that the bride was one of those girls!

    Working in a bar in London and served an Aussie guy from Adelaide whose parents lived across the road from my parents in Bolwarra NSW!

    And the list goes on…

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