There can be only one

[robinbloke]

Recently I have begun to suspect that I have been leading a secret double life that somehow I was utterly unaware of; first someone in London (via the facebook mindweb) claimed that someone looking exactly like me, named as me had been living in London for the past six years running a pub. This combined with the phonecall earlier in the week where some random bloke called me and claimed (getting my name right as well) that I had met him in Paris last month whilst swanning around there with some blond lass.

There are, therefore, only two logical explainations here; either I have a persona split worthy of Fight Club or I have finally managed to catch up with my evil twin who is living the life of riley visiting La Belle France whilst (presumably) running a pub that stocks entirely vodka, steak and sugar by-the-drip. Bastard!

With this in mind I must obviously prepare myself for a battle to the death at the centre of the earth/pub whilst wearing gingham platemail armour and wielding a nine foot electric chicken as a weapon. Only makes sense really.

Right, off to the pub.

Comments

[gerald_duck]

The only problem is, if you fight yourself to the death you know for certain you're going to die.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_catharine_/]

May I join you for pubbage tonight??

I had a similar experience when devalmont told me I look exactly like a girl called Caroline who used to come to the Calling.

[devalmont.livejournal.com]

Just for reference I've found a picture of her on an old flyer:


On the second picture, in the middle. Maybe it's just me.

[dancing-darkly.livejournal.com]

"whilst wearing gingham platemail armour"

You're doing wierd things to my brain!

A long time ago, I used to have a doppelganger who was a few years younger than me and was always getting extremely drunk and throwing herself at men in pubs in Salisbury. She was also underage, and was subsequently barred from most places in town. I then had to suffer the indignity of going into pubs with my mates to have some landlord come up and scream in my face "Oi, you - OUT!" before some barman would hurry up and say "no, it's not HER!"

Embarrasing....

[razornet.livejournal.com]

I agree. Thats a a seriously classic photo of <lj user="Zotz". as well :)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_catharine_/]

Seeing that is very strange. I'm sure I don't own a necklace like that.

[surje.livejournal.com]

maybe you should do a "dave gorman" and try to see if you can find this doppleganger by utilising six degrees of freedom.

[surje.livejournal.com]

of course it would be much easier to use six degrees of separation, otherwise random rotations and translations are a little unlikely to get you very far.

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Other that neckache and an effect that could be likened to a freak show mirror....

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Well least you know who and where you evil twin is!

[diasporal-waves.livejournal.com]

Could be worse, my doppleganger went on to get fame in scrubs. (ok, I only look a little like Zak Braff)