For the last three Sundays, I've found myself - on my way back from or to work - coming across someone who I am almost certain is a person I'm aware of from off of the television, films, or the newsreels, etc.

Two weeks ago, I quite strongly think I saw Alistair McGowan (or - I did joke - an impressionist like Alistair McGowan, Jon Culshaw, Claude Monet or Alistair McGowan *impersonating* Alistair McGowan).

Last week, I less strongly thought I possibly might have the woman who played Smell in This Is England.

And this week, I'm pretty much certain I saw Boothby Graffoe walking down the street.

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I find myself wondering what all this means. There's a part of me that is excitedly wondering whether these coincidences (...or are they?) will send me going all mad and that like Jim Carrey in that film where the number 23 sends him going all mad and that; but there's a much bigger part of me (NOT THAT PART, YOU CHEEKY OSPREY) that realises that this pretty much just is a series of simple coinkidinks.

BUT

to link this to the title of the thread, I reiterate that it might be a...
CONSPIRACY OF BARELY EVEN PERCEPTIBLE IMPORTANCE

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If you've managed to get through all of these messy words without succumbing to the inevitably overwhelming urge to inflict serious harm to yourself, others, and their beloved childhood pets; then why not share some instances in your life of similar what very possibly sort of might be...

CONSPIRACIES OF BARELY EVEN PERCEPTIBLE IMPORTANCE