Hmmm. My only similar experience to gossip about was three years ago, when He sat next to me on an Air Canada economy class seat from Ottawa to DC, where I was commuting from one anti-WB protest to the next. I confirmed it was Him because about a second before the doors closed, the steward came up and dropped off his WB ID card and keys, which he'd left in the little plastic box they put through the x-ray machine.
We chatted fruitfully for a couple of hours. I record the conversation a bit in my new book, out today (ironically), called "Against Global Apartheid: South Africa meets the World Bank, IMF and International Finance" (Univ. of Cape Town Press).
Apologies for the cheap marketing opportunity...