Wednesday, 7 December 2011
Heathrow Airport.Terminal 1. He would've recognised me. He wouldn't have ignored me? I caught up with him later. I stalked the man. Excuse me are you Brian Love? I realised as I begun the sentence my chosen victim was not the man that I once knew. But I carried it through anyway. He paused. He smiled. I think he was slightly wary of my term of endearment. I apologised. I told him it was someone I hadn't seen for a number of years. You have a Doppelganger, I stated. What's your friend do he asked? I actually said. He's an artist. The stranger liked this piece of information. Mistaken for an artist. So the imposter the doppelganger asked my name. I replied my name is William and he told me his name was Duncan. Just in case I should bump into your friend. He laughed. He was a Canadian.I went to gate 5. I nearly boarded the wrong flight. I almost flew to Aberdeen. This ticket is for Vienna. The attendant said, as if issuing instructions to a simpleton. I followed the signs for gate 8 I said. This is five he said. Waiting at Gate 8 later. A woman sat opposite me was the double of Linda Danson. I haven't clapped eyes on Linda since probably Easter 2003. But when she stood up she was a good six inches shorter than Linda. Linda stood six feet. I relaxed it couldn't be her which was a shame unless of course she's lost six inches or my memory is scrambled. I got to Vienna, it wasn't Aberdeen.