I've just come across a list of dignitaries and functionaries for the rotary club of Selma (Alabama?). Turns out I'm due to address them on 13th June. Shock. Amazement. Wish they'd told me sooner. Any chance of a a few bob towards the air fare?

While I'm boggling over this, I noticed that I'm down to do the meals on wheels the previous week. More shock and amazement, especially as it won't be worth coming home, so I'm going to have to hang about Selma for a whole week.

But that's not all. The week I'm giving the public address, Ed McCurdy is doing the meals on wheels, and the following week he's doing the public address! That's eleven years after he died.

Clearly one for the department of curious coincidences. After all, I doubt I'm the only Fred McCormick in the world, and I'll bet if you looked hard enough you'd find a few Ed McCurdys as well. But Selma, Alabama?

It fair reminds me of the time I was waiting in a hospital outpatients'. I knew it would be a long wait because ahead of me in the queue were Margaret Barry, Sara Grey and some geezer whose second name was Playford.