The following story may be of interest?

It happened in the then Rhodesia at the height of the Bush War. I was engaged in Security Work in a very remote area. There in the middle of the African bush I bumped into a fellow Brit. I can't remember what he was doing in the same area as I but on several occasions and in various parts of the world I have had “Dr Livingston I presume” experiences so didn’t think it unusual.

I have no recollection of the chap's name. I just remember he was tall, had longish blond hair and wore an earring. Producing my mess tins and ration pack I started the customary brew. Sitting back to back with our weapons close at hand I ask where in the UK he came from. As I remember he told me he lived in a council estate near Roehampton. I told him I had lived on the Dover House Road Estate. We both at the same moment asked “What school did you go to?” Would you believe it was Elliott. He was in the year in front of me.

 Two thirds of the earth's surface are covered in water. The other third by former Elliottonians.
 

Regards
Doug Parker (now living in South Africa)