Was catching up with old Sqn muckers at the Army Navy, when I heard a good 'small world' tale. MA takes his missus to America to do some horsey touring in the desert. They overnight in a small 'one horse' town, when one of the locals hears their accent and suggests they probably know the town sheriff, as he's from England too. MA has to point out that, yes although the UK is small compared to the US, they don't know everybody living there (or HM Queen either), but that it would be nice to meet their English sheriff. Only turns out that the sheriff is his oppo CY, formerly of 9 Sqn and 59 Recce Troop. Small world indeed.