My dad is a man of SCIENCE, and thus not really given to weirdness and oddness.
As an example, when my sister's guinea pig died, she went into the kitchen that evening after bed time, to find my mum and dad had dug it up and were dissecting it to see what it had died of. That's the sort of approach he has.

So anyway, one day during the school holidays, he took a day off work to do some DIY chores. It was a beautiful summer's day, and he spent the entirity of it outside painting the guttering, listening to the cricket.

We lived in a hamlet about 20 miles outside the city where he worked, and thus to go in was a right mission and about an hour's chore minimum. He didn't go into town that day. I know this, as I was helping him much of the day, or playing nearby.

That evening, he took three 'phone calls, from three very different people, all following up conversations they'd had with him that day when they'd met him in the street in town.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 10:04, 6 replies)

Doppleganger
I have twice been greeted and had conversations initiated as they thought I was someone else. Must be my evil twin.
(Bababoon, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 10:46, closed)

I have a doppleganger
called Louis Theroux.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 10:53, closed)

Louis Theroux?
...Worrying, he's my Doppelganger, too.
(Mousy Tongue ...Generally bemused by life..., Sat 9 Apr 2011, 17:06, closed)

My sister met ashley hames (Sin Cities presenter) in London....
and told him how much she loved his television work. After a few minutes of mild flirting- she told him how she sat and watched his program with my 3 yr old niece, who loved his work, too.

Even after much protestation, she was still 100% convinced he was 'Little chef' from the CBeebies, 'Big Chef, Little Chef' program.
(essexfriend, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 14:10, closed)

I find the fact he dissected the hamster a bit more creepy than the fact there is someone out there who looks like your dad.
(FondaAccord, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 11:38, closed)

That's the sort of approach he has.

So anyway, one day during the school holidays, he took a day off work to do some DIY chores. It was a beautiful summer's day, and he spent the entirity of it outside painting the guttering, listening to the cricket.

We lived in a hamlet about 20 miles outside the city where he worked, and thus to go in was a right mission and about an hour's chore minimum. He didn't go into town that day. I know this, as I was helping him much of the day, or playing nearby.

That evening, he took three 'phone calls, from three very different people, all following up conversations they'd had with him that day when they'd met him in the street in town.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 12:01, closed)