Hello me…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s nice fish names are: the climbing perch, the convict blenny, the gibberfish, the minnow of the deep, and the two spotted goby.
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Oh, now that was odd!…
Do you ever think that there might be something strange going on?…
Yesterday morning, I was sitting on a bus that had just pulled up at a bus stop – there, standing waiting on the pavement, was someone who was the spitting image of me! Yes, same height, stance, age, facial features, beard – hair, length and colour, and it was casually unkempt just like mine. The only differences I could see were his rather frumpy taste in clothes and the fact that he had a rather large beer belly poking out of his jacket – happily I don’t have one of those – the belly, not the jacket – I do have a jacket…
I generally don’t see many people who look like me, I think I’ve always been a little bit ‘odd-looking’ – people used to say to me, ‘You are a bit odd-looking, aren’t you?’, and I’d say, ‘Yes I am…’
Anyway, I was peeping from behind my hand out of the bus window at him, I was worried that I’d catch his eye and that he’d spot me, and that he’d get on the bus, and that he’d sit next to me, and chat about how alike we were, and discuss possible family ties, and he’d introduce the subject of doppelgängers, and such like things. As it was he seemed to be waiting for a different bus from the one I was on – and he stayed where he was – good!…
That was yesterday. Today is now, the present, this afternoon.
I’m sitting here, in one of my favourite Dulltown cafes, writing this in my little spiral-bound notebook with my old retractable Parker ballpoint pen. (Have you noticed that I’m putting lots of commas in my text today? I’m sure I’m using far too many – at school they used to say just one or two sprinkled in occasionally is plenty!)
This is the sort of cafe where they hang framed old-looking black and white or sepia photographs on the walls for ‘atmosphere’ – they are generally, for some reason, of people sitting in cafes, possibly in Paris, or maybe some hot place with a nice shady loggia in Italy. I notice that there are one or two new pictures up that I haven’t seen before.
Oh, goodness me! Yes, dear reader you have guessed it! One of the nearby photos seems to be of me!… Or, is it possibly the man from yesterday’s bus stop, or is it a proper doppelgänger? (That’s quite hard to say isn’t it? ‘proper doppelgänger’. Good job I’m just thinking this and not saying it out loud!) The ‘me’ in the picture is caught in what I believe is called a ‘three-quarter’ side view – he is sitting at a cafe table and is frozen in time reaching across for a bun or a panino or something. I thought for a minute that this photo actually is of me, the likeness is so good, but no, I don’t think I’d ever sport a neat black shirt with a thin light coloured tie – anyway he has the air of someone who has a lot more money than I have.
When I come in this place in the future, I think I’ll make a point of not sitting too near this picture – I’d have to be constantly saying to people passing by from the counter with their trays of goodies, ‘No, no, it’s not me… No, really, it isn’t!…’ Etc…
So, is this some strange kind of age-related loopiness creeping up on me? A loopiness were you start seeing yourself in odd places? Perhaps it will progress until everyone looks like you, er, me? Even females, and children, and there’ll be dogs and cats with my face, and maybe parrots?…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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3 Responses to Hello me…

  1. Sharon Mann says:

    Ok, I’m going to be on the look out for myself.

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