I just want to relate an event that happened to me here in Brisbane, Australia, sometime during the mid 1980's. (Those weren't idealistic times, I tell you!) Although it doesn't sound very dramatic, to this day, I can't explain it.
Basically, a blind man, who I never met before in my life, told me my birthday (not the year, just month and day).
I was walking along Queen Street in the city, when I saw this blind man who seemed to be lost. I asked him if he was OK and if he wanted to go anywhere. He said he wanted to go to a particular bank just around the corner. I took him there, and waited till he was finished. Afterwards, he asked to go to the bus stop.
On the way, he said - just out of the blue: "you were born in ***, weren't you? It was early in the month - was it the **th?" That was correct, a 1-in-365 shot.
His name was Don Luscombe [sp?] and he was aged in his 70's, I'd say. He seemed to be a well-known identity to the bus drivers.
Later, I tried to think up conventional scenario for how he could have gotten that information. Maybe, he wasn't actually blind, and, while we were walking, he took my wallet out of my pocket, opened up my drivers license, read the birth-date, and put it back, all without my noticing. That just seems to me more far-fetched than the possibility that he had ESP.