Life I was mistaken for a celebrity at lunch time. At least I think I was.
My latest project is to never eat in the same place again as a way of forcing me to eat in some of those cafes, restaurants or bistros which I'm always walking past without entering of which there are plenty in Liverpool.
I'm also only ever eating the soup at lunchtime. This is as a special sub-project.
At today's cafe, which will remain nameless to save blushes, but feel free to ask me in real life, I stumbled up to the counter and ordered the soup and a glass of water.
The waitress looked at me, and looked at me again and kept looking at me to the point that I wondered what she was looking at.
Not actual me obviously, my self-esteem wouldn't allow for that.
Was it The Adventures of Tin-Tin t-shirt I'd decided wear for the first time since it was bought for me about ten years ago now that it actually fits? That had already received a few glances on the bus into town.
I sat down.
Then I sat down again when I moved to a table in the window.
The waitress, as she cleared the table, still looking at me, still grinning, asked if I'd moved.
I replied that I had, that I wanted a window seat. She nodded and grinned again, but again not in that way that you tend to have to in the service industry as I know.
She brought me the soup but not the water. I went back up to the counter to ask for the water. She said she'd bring it over.
I sat down. I ate some soup. She brought the water. And then she said, "You look just like Massabi."
I'm guessing the spelling. I don't even really know what she said. But I do know I didn't know what to do with what she said.
"Do you know Masebi?"
"No. I'm not him. I'm from here." I don't know why that was important information. "I was born in Speke." I wasn't actually born in Speke. I was born in town.
"Well, you look just like him."
I smiled. She returned to work but every now and then I caught her still looking over, not completely convinced.
I finished my soup. I left.
When I was at school one classmate thought I looked like Rowan Atkinson. Another Patrick Moore. At I knew who they were.
What I should have asked was "Who is that?" but I was so entirely thrown by the encounter, she seemed nervous, that it went out of my mind.
I don't know that it was a celebrity. It could have just been a friend of a friend. But there was just something about the encounter. A niggle. A feeling.
I've googled. Without a spelling I can't find anyone resembling me. There's a lot of people and things in the world with a name similar to that. Any ideas? Do I have a celebrity doppelganger?