Doppelganger Jones…

Apparently, I have a face that belongs to someone else. Possibly inconvenient for them…but the thing is I’ve been told, in the last week, "I’ve seen you before. But I don’t know where."  So, I have this theory that someone is walking around Cairns looking exactly like me – that or I’m sleep walking and meeting people, leaving a lasting impression and then wandering on, forgetting all about my nocturnal travels. That or I have a face that’s as common as muck…naturally I like the sleep walking option or maybe, just maybe there is someone walking around Cairns who had their face surgically altered to look like mine to…er, um…well…maybe to do something amazing that people will accidently congratulate me for or to do something so fiendish and diabolical that old people with walking sticks will come up to me and hit me.

I like to think I’m a one off but a doppelganger could be fun. It’s wasn’t me – it was her…