We were not related in any way. I was born in Colchester while Ian was born in Dumfries. However, we had both been brought up in Radcester, an unremarkable town in the East Midlands. At the age of 11, we both found ourselves in Shell 1, the top junior class, and since it was an old-fashioned kind of school, we were seated in alphabetical order across the room. I sat next to Ian and then there were Vulpage, Vines, and Wardle.
I don’t know what possessed the staff to put us in the same form. You’d
have thought they’d have split us up to avoid confusion - you know, like they
do with twins, who are usually separated, unless they pine for each other. There
was always a laugh when the register was called and our name was called twice.
Sometimes we used to swap desks and if we were challenged we would say, ‘No
sir, I always sit here.’ The class would confirm this noisily and the master
would be left scratching his head and doubting his sanity.
The coincidence of our names promoted
a kind of confederacy at first and then we quickly became firm friends, even
though our primary interests began to diverge quite soon. Ian showed an
aptitude for the sciences and was proving to be a wizard at chess. I discovered
a passion for the stage after starring in a junior production of Sweeney Todd. On the back of
these talents we acquired nicknames: I became known as Johnny Depp and he was
Garry Kasparov. It was the other boys who invented the nicknames but the
masters began to refer to us as Kasparov and Depp, no doubt relieved to have a
means of distinguishing us by name in class.
Privately, and between ourselves, I
called Ian ‘Synonym’ and he called me ‘Homonym’, but
that’s by the way.
His logical mind took delight in
patterns. He was excited by configurations in nature: symmetries, spirals, waves, tessellations, and stripes. The fact
that every single snowflake was different and yet they all had six sides thrilled
him. Fractals had him in ecstasy.
Our paths diverged a little further in the sixth form. He went on the science side and I went on the arts side but we always met at lunchtimes in the common room and did The Daily Telegraph crossword together. I think I was probably better at general knowledge but he was a total ninja at anagrams. He could see letter patterns at sight.
I remember him giving me a lecture on coincidences.
‘You see, Homonym, the fact is that, mathematically, coincidences
are quite random. In reality, they happen all the time. The coincidence of our
names is amusing but it’s really quite trivial. ‘Thomson’ is a very common name
and so is ‘Ian’, or it was when we were born. I’ll bet the country is seething
with people with our name.
‘Thing is, we don’t notice most coincidences and, when we do, we
find them cute or strange, or we invest them with magical or spiritual
qualities. The fact that, for most of the time, we don’t register the
coincidences around us is why we have a low tolerance of them in books and
plays.’
‘You may be smart, man,’ I said, ‘but you shouldn’t dismiss the
magical.’
After we left school, Ian went up to
Cambridge to read maths, naturally, and then he began to rise in the chess
hierarchy and will one day make Grand Master. I went on to Drama School and
have been moderately successful. You will have heard my VoiceOver in a number
of ads and I’ve had decent roles in a couple of
soaps. We still exchange Christmas cards but otherwise we sort of lost touch.
One day last summer, I was driving
back to Radcester from location shooting on Dartmoor when I decided to break my
journey at a country house hotel. Kearston Hall was once a rather fine
Elizabethan house and I thought I deserved a bit of luxury after my sleep-deprived
exertions of the previous fortnight’s filming.
The receptionist signed me in to the Thomson Room.
‘I expect you put me in there because of the coincidence of the
names,’ I said.
‘Well, no, sir,’ she said, smiling. ‘It’s the only room free. We have a major function on this weekend. The rooms in that wing are all named after famous scientists. Mind you, perhaps the room was waiting for you, perhaps it’s fate.’
Later, I was enjoying a vodka tonic
in the bar when I was aware of a guy leaning over me.
‘It is you,’ he said.
It was Ian, of course.
‘Hey man,’ I said. ‘This really is a coincidence.’
‘A fairly high order one,’ he said.
‘I’ve got an even better one for you,’ I said. I explained that I’d been given the Thomson Room and showed him the key fob.‘Surely the hand of destiny is upon me,’ I said. ‘It was meant to be.’
He laughed.
‘It was the only room left, man,’ I said. ‘Seems there’s a wedding going on.’
‘Yes,’ Ian said. ‘It’s mine.
The grey suit, the mauve cravat and the buttonhole registered at last.
‘Oh, no shit, man?’ I cried. ‘That is just the wildest coincidence ever!’
‘Not quite.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘What you just said is the wildest coincidence ever.’
‘Sorry?’
‘Oh, no shit, man is a perfect anagram
of Ian Thomson.’
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Pauline
