(275) Apologising for the unintentional consequences of projecting something upwards over forty years later

On May 18th, 2013, I noted that Pam Ayres and someone else, whom I did not follow, had retweeted a tweet that I had sent to Pam the previous day. It was a whimsical observation re horses and Catherine the Great. -

18 May: @PamAyres You sound like Catherine the Great, Pam...

One of the retweeters was Paul Fletcher -

Paul Fletcher @FleTwitcher18 May@JamesPlaskett just saw one of your tweets retweeted. Bit of a surprise because we went to school together #bms #amillionyearsago

That prompted me to confess to having thrown a stone at school that had hit his head - He responded with -

Paul Fletcher @FleTwitcher18 May@JamesPlaskett OMG it was YOU! I didn't ever know, or even guess. Apology accepted, even if its a little late ;-) #stillscarred

And the chat continued with his enclosing a shot of the, still extant, scar I had caused on his head...

Paul Fletcher @FleTwitcher18 MayYou did this to me @JamesPlaskett pic.twitter.com/ffq6Za4dBl

I tweeted that I would be writing up the coincidence here and he responded -

Paul Fletcher @FleTwitcher18 May@JamesPlaskett I'll look out for my small part in your blog (!) fame at last...

Then an erstwhile Primary School friend of 43 years earlier (who became a Policeman!) chipped in re an incident where I had acquired an undeserved reputation as a delinquent in 1970 for having loosed an arrow from a bow which, quite accidentally, hit a passing minibus -

Adrian @Watchoot1518 May@JamesPlaskett @FleTwitcher yet you still deny the noddy bus incident!!

Adrian's reference was to what had happened in 1970 when I stood outside his family home in Singapore and loosed an arrow from a homemade bow. It, quite by accident, struck a bus on the far side of the road! I was then asked by Adrian's father to please go away. And people aboard the bus told the driver, "Chua", that he should take action. 

This was monstrously unfair, for only a week or two before Chua had been paid by me fir a fare I owed and hence described me as "a very good customer."

Yet I, with characteristic impraacticality and gaucherie, did not take issue with the outraged passenhers. 

And instaed just slipped away.

(See also Living the Dream: A Coincidence Diary: (64) Saying sorry for what you had done twenty years ago in someone's childhood (james-plasketts-coincidence-diary.blogspot.com)