Yesterday in Manchester I saw
- an old drinking mate on the opposite escalator at Piccadilly station,
- then one of my son's mates who was walking past a pub we were in before the game,
- then to top it all we were in the Old Trafford bowling club and a father and son were in a queue standing next to our table. We recognised each other but couldn't think from where. Turns out he was the ex partner of a friend of mine's new mother in law and we'd met at the wedding in South Wales.
Small world, eh?