Monday, 12 January 2009
Apparently someone once said that everybody has a double somewhere. I'm not sure how they're sure about this, or whether this is the same person that said that somewhere is one's ideal partner. As a schoolfriend once complained "Knowing my luck, my ideal woman's probably in Burkino Faso."
Anyway, Helena reckons that she has located my identical twin, in a film called "Mamma Mia". She says that her mother and half-sister agree with her about my uncanny resemblence to Colin Firth:
As you can see, it's not a fair comparison as he's obviously put on a bit of weight. And I'm not so sure myself. If he really does look like me, then why aren't I swamped by adoring women asking for an autograph? I mean, I am swamped by adoring women, obviously, it's just that my signature isn't high on their list of priorities.
I was about to hand in my resignation and offer my services to one of those lookalike agencies when I remembered that it was Helena who claimed I look like Dimitris Christofias, President of Cyprus:
And it was Helena that allegedly saw Doctor Huer from Buck Rogers at the checkout in Sainsburies. I explained that he lives in Chicago, and that if he was on holiday here as she suspected, being a famous actor, he was likely to be having the odd meal out during his visit, and so would probably not require a trolley full of groceries. But she wasn't convinced.
At least she didn't say I looked like him.