"Hello", I said...

"Hello", I said, smiling at Patrick who was sat on the sofa in the corner of the cafe.

...I received a glazed look.

"How are you doing?" I said.

"Me?", he asked, looking at me quite blankly.

There was no-one else in the cafe, except the man behind the counter.

"Yes you", I said, beginning to feel a bit weird.

"Ah...you think I am Patrick", he laughed.

"Of course you are" I said, now feeling a bit odd.

"I'm not Patrick". He said, "I'm Pete".

"Stop Patrick". I said. "Stop having me on"

He looked like Patrick and had the same mannerisms as Patrick. This left me feeling really spooked out.

"No, seriously, I am Pete, Patrick's twin brother".

"Ah!"

"um"

So there I was...talking to this man who I thought I knew, who by now, it seemed I actually didn't know at all. I didn't even know that Patrick had a twin brother. So was it a wind-up or was it for real? If it was a wind-up, I was beginning to look a bit silly (you see, I don't like being caught out). If it was real, I was definitely feeling like a real arse.

But one thing is for sure...it is a strange feeling talking to someone who looks exactly like someone you know, sounds like someone you know and has exactly the same mannerisms...but is a complete stranger.

As it turns out...it was for real. It wasn't Patrick. It was his brother...yes, he does have a twin.

I've had verification...

I had to nip off to see my friend who would definitely know...

So Pete, it was lovely to meet you and sorry I took a bit of convincing.