Well it freaked me out.......
When I first met Mrs Daveymac at the bar where she and a mutual friend worked I could tell she wasn't a scouser - turns out I was right (don't worry it get's a bit more spooky than this) - she was a genuine canadian. A few weeks in to our relationship we get into a taxi and the driver is being chatty and talking football and the like and then the missus pipes up in her best canadian "I don't like soccer, eh?".
"Where in Canada you from love?" says the driver (which mightily impresses me - I just thought she was american at first!).
"Vancouver"
"I know it well, where in Vancouver?"
"The island"
"Where on the island"
"Nanaimo"
"My brothers living in Qualicum (closest other place to Nanaimo)"
So we thought nothing more of it for a while. A few months later and the mother-in-law comes over for a visit and we are showing her all the tourist stuff. We get in a taxi to go home and who should be the driver but the dude with the bro who lives in Qualicum, so the mother-in-law and the driver get chatting.
"House prices are dirt cheap in Canada compared to here aren't they" says the taxi driver
"Yeah in my job I deal with all stuff to do with houses" says the M-I-L (this isn't verbatum by the way, I really don't understand what the M-I-L does)
"So does my bro!!"
"What is his name?"
"Brother of a taxi driver"
"I was just in a meeting with brother of a taxi driver the day before I came here. I deal with him quite regularly and socialise with him on occassion - usually when business dictates" (again not verbatum but that is what was implied in the actual 20 minute conversation)

So there we go - my wife's mum knows a guy whose brother drives a taxi in his home town for a company which her daughter living in said same city uses sometimes.

Spooooooooky.

Apologies for length but there was nearly 5000 miles to cover.
(daveymac99, Sun 11 Feb 2007, 11:25, Reply)