This Is Such a Pity

He looked like he was in Weezer so I assumed he’d heard of them. Turns out there’s no correlation between who you are and who you look like, no psychic links, ley lines, blood relations buried by badly cultivated family trees.

I recited the lyrics to Tired of Sex and he looked at me funny. I replicated his look later in my mirror but couldn’t, was a shade off – magnolia and eggshell are different ponies – and I asked for his number and he never answered and I left him songs as voicemail and I forgot his real name, only have his doppelgänger to go on and you can’t exactly say to a famous person, “I met this guy who looked just like you in Gateshead. Do you know him?”