Apparently that’s a zen joke. I read it in my book of the mo (zadie smith, the autograph man, v funny). I think its kind of relevant to my day to day. It wasn’t entirely uneventful, but after yesterdays adrenaline fuelled afternoon, I decided to revert to covert strategies again.

The morning was quite funny, I got a phonecall from a guy swearing that he looked just like me, so much so that then he decided (whilst on the phone) that I had actually stolen a photo of him and stuck it up around town. i asked him if he wanted to meet, but he said he had ‘angst’. There was quite a lot of laughing involved on both sides, and he was very keen to chat. In the end I had to excuse myself and hang up.

Then there was some faffing about at the stadthaus with a vitrine. They seem pretty convinced they are going to show photos of my doppelgangers in Bonn (next to the magic lanterns made by the Kidlington special needs school). I am trying to break it to them gently that its more about looking than it is about finding… Not sure how convinced they are.

And then another contact this evening. A text promising me a photo of a doppelganger via email and thanking me for the good laune (mood?) I have since received the photo, and… apart from being a girl, I’d say there is a certain amount of similarity.Then I got an email from another girl saying that she would like to be my doppelganger, but short of a sex change, it would be impossible. Whats with the girl doppelgangers? Beginning to doubt my masculinity.. Oh, and to top it all, there was this very camp dude in the launderette (who might have got the wrong end of the shtick) saying “But i sink you ahh uneek”

So, i sense a calm before the storm. If the day had a soundtrack I think it would be a Chet Baker trumpet tune. Well I only say that as that is what I was listening to on my meander home from sticking up more flyers. Actually the soundtrack of my mid afternoon skype cross fire would be a bit more Aphex Twin. My head still hurts from that. Tomorrow I will return to overt strategies and do some flyering in the town squares. Ah, and i have some great information from teh Oxford Bonn twinning handbook. But that must wait. Schlafenzeit.



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