Zero degrees of separation
I spent most of the last two days reading a manuscript by
a total stranger which incorporates some of his grandfather's diary from World
War I, which takes in Cairo, Gallipoli and Ypres. About three quarters of the
way through I realised that his grandfather's friend Stratford was my
grandfather. I recognised him not just by the surname but also by the location
of the bullet wound.
My English
friends think I exaggerate when I say that everyone in New Zealand is
connected: two degrees of separation, max. In this case, zero.
Ypres that tear from your eye.
ReplyDeleteYour English friends have obviously never seen two NZers strangers meet and then find out they have mutual friends. This is deeply embarrassing when it happens in front of foreigners; it makes it feel like we have a population of about 500.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, we do seem Appalachian. An English friend commented on Facebook, "Does this mean that Aunt Daisy was so called because all her listeners really were her nephews and nieces?" So tempting to reply yes.
ReplyDeleteAunt Daisy's biography was written by Alexander Fry, who was a colleague of mine at the Listener. Never more than two degrees, is it.