It was on holiday to New Zealand that it happened to him.
Everywhere he went people would smile at him and wave, like they knew him.
Sometimes they came up to him and slapped him on the shoulder and ask him how he was getting on.
He knew people were friendly in New Zealand, but this was surely beyond that. They all seemed to know him, or think they did.
Not everyone hailed him, sometimes they were more hostile, but they still seemed to think they knew him.
There was a barman who looked surly at him when he ordered a pint of beer.
“Thought you would be too busy to just sit and drink beer” He said as he handed him a pint of the best New Zealand dark beer and handed in his change.
“Well I am on holiday at the moment.” He’d replied to the barman.
“Is that why you’re talking all funny?” He said back.
I chose to ignore it. I wasn’t up for an argument and there was no reason for it. He was speaking normally, as far as he was aware.
Then in a hotel in Auckland he walked in and the staff there treated him like royalty.
They upgraded his room and the owner himself came out and spoke to him.
Later he was relaxing in his room, which had amazing views over bay to the main city of Auckland with its gleaming glass towers, he decided to switch the television on.
It was a political programme, there was a general election in a few weeks and there was a debate between the two main rivals.
Standing at the podium, wearing a suit and blue tie was, well it looked like him! Apparently it was the leader of the opposition, but it looked just like him. His Doppelganger!
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 26/05/2018