It's a Small World

[jrichards1]

Met my husband in a night club in London.  Discovered he lived about 200 yards away from me and his Dad and my Granddad were good mates when working in the docks.

Then discovered my great uncle was married to his second cousin.

Yep.....we can all play a mean banjo!!!

[Lotty]

Years ago I went to Brisbane Australia with my very good friends, imagine my surprise when I returned to find my ex had asked our kids what I was doing in Australia! Some pal of his had seen us, hmm. . strange he didn't make himself known to us. . . .

[angela]

met my hairdresser  (from Wiltshire) on Fethiye market last year

[Liz 101]

The apartment across the landing from me was sold a number of years ago to a couple who knew my Aunt & Uncle quite well.

[Scunner]

Ah, I've got one.

My father-in-law lost touch with someone he did his apprenticeship with, even though they lived relatively close in Northern Ireland. He next saw him over 40 years later - at Niagra Falls  

[usedbustickets]

Damn you Scunner, the subject title 'It's a small world' has created an ear worm of that dreadful Disney theme park children's ride tune of the same name.... and for those of you who don't know it be glad, but for those of you who do please feel free to join in my earworm:-

it's a world of laughter, a world or tears
its a world of hopes, its a world of fear
theres so much that we share
that its time we're aware
its a small world after all

CHORUS:
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small, small world

There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone.
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small small world

Going mad yet?

[Highlander]

On our first ever visit to Calis we were walking down BMB to the front when a tall gentlemen standing outside the Post Office stopped us and the following conversation ensued

The tall gadgie: “Good evening - you’re English, yes ?”

Us: (trying to remain calm) – “No ! We’re Scottish.”

The tall gadgie: “Oh really, whereabouts in Scotland ?.”

Us: (still walking and not particularly bothered about continuing the conversation) – “Dingwall, just North of Inverness.”

The tall gadgie: “Oh !, beside Conon Bridge you mean.”

Conon Bridge is 3 miles down the road from Dingwall.

The tall gentleman was Maurice whose brother Alif had Letoon at the time and the rest, as they say, is history.

[Colwyn]

I originally posted this in March 2004 in the Turkish Tales section.


The Itinerant Carpet Seller


There was a chap who used to sit on the front in Calis, around about in the middle of the prom. He would sit there all day trying to sell carpets in a lack-lustre sort of a way - just quietly muttering "Kilim. Kilim" once in a while. He seemed to be asleep most of the time. Late one night, around 2.00 am he was still sitting there. We stopped to have a chat with him. He claimed he was waiting for Doris, his favourite turtle, to come ashore. He was definitely a bit odd.
"Where you from?" says he.
"Bristol" says I.
"Where Bristol?" he responds.
I begin to explain that Bristol is on the west side of England just before you get to Wales, but he waves all this aside with impatience.
"No, no. Where Bristol?".
"You mean where in Bristol do we live?" I said wondering why on earth he would want to know this, what possible meaning it could have to him.
"We live in Fishponds".
"Aaahh! Fishponds!" he shouted as if I mentioned some fabled land. And then "Riva Club!".

We were gobsmacked. The Riva Club (as it was then called) is in the centre of Fishponds - our very minor Bristol suburb - about 500 metres from where we live (and opposite my local).
"You know Fishponds?"
"Yes. I go Fishponds Riva Club. I play bingo. I get numbers. I shout "Bingo!". They say I have not enough numbers. I play more. I get more numbers. I shout "Bingo! Bingo!". They say I have wrong numbers. I play more. I shout "Bingo! Bingo! Bingo!". They throw me out.

I thought we had enough crackpot characters in Fishponds. It is this which makes the area notorious within Bristol. Something to do with the fact that Fishponds has been home to mental hospitals since Napoleonic soldiers were released from the prison and it was converted into an asylum. But, it appears, we always have room to import additional characters from Calis. Small world.

[Highlander]

Brilliant 

[tinkerman]

We were in San Francisco a couple of years ago, staying a very nice ranch style hotel, we got on the tour bus that was to take us around the city centre and on jumps a woman and child and we immediately got talking being the friendly type  

Turns out they were friends of Keith and Steph!!!!