So I'm renewing my car insurance, and I'm on the phone to my insurer, who runs a large call centre out of Leeds. I'm talking to Mark, and I'm thinking that he has a wonderful, home-laden cadence to his accent. I ask him if he's in Leeds - he says he is. I say I'm from Manchester, he says he is originally - he was at Uni in Leeds, and stayed on for that most rewarding of graduate jobs, working in a call centre. We chat some more, to cut a long story short, he's from Cheadle. Well, Gatley. Delamere Road. His parents still live there.
Talk about a small world. I resist asking him if they go to the same shul as my parents.
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