» Mistaken Identity

Dopplegang-bang
I have only ever been mistaken for someone else once and it happened while I was at school. I don't know who my doppleganger was but I know if ever I meet him I will fight to the death against him (as you are meant to do).

Anyways, one Monday morning I find a group of kids all huddled over a magazine. Thinking to myself "pr0n!!!" I decide to find out what's going on. I was shocked to the core. The kids who were all huddled over the magazine were the geekiest bastards you'd ever have the misfortune to meet so I should have known something wasn't right. When I heard one kid say "hey Daveymac - is that you?" I knew (well, hoped) the magazine wasn't pr0n. It was much worse - it was some kind of Dungeons and Dragons fan magazine. The page in question showed an advert for a convention for these D&D loons. The main image on this advert was of a crowd, taken from a window or something above the crowd and there standing proudest of all D&D fans was me! It was me! But it wasn't me!

For months I had the piss ripped out of me by my so-called mates who wouldn't believe me when I said I wasn't moonlighting as a D&D fanboy.

writing this is like some kind of therapy - I'm going to find that kid and twat him
(Sat 2nd Jun 2007, 20:30, More)

» Picky Eaters

You could say I'm fussy
I only eat donner kebabs with the salad replaced with chips - I am writing this post with only my right hand because the pain in my left arm is excruciating. Combined with the nausea and the tightness in my chest I feel I should probably stop writing now. *SLUMP*
(Sun 4th Mar 2007, 12:51, More)

» Spoooky Coincidence

Well it freaked me out.......
When I first met Mrs Daveymac at the bar where she and a mutual friend worked I could tell she wasn't a scouser - turns out I was right (don't worry it get's a bit more spooky than this) - she was a genuine canadian. A few weeks in to our relationship we get into a taxi and the driver is being chatty and talking football and the like and then the missus pipes up in her best canadian "I don't like soccer, eh?".
"Where in Canada you from love?" says the driver (which mightily impresses me - I just thought she was american at first!).
"Vancouver"
"I know it well, where in Vancouver?"
"The island"
"Where on the island"
"Nanaimo"
"My brothers living in Qualicum (closest other place to Nanaimo)"
So we thought nothing more of it for a while. A few months later and the mother-in-law comes over for a visit and we are showing her all the tourist stuff. We get in a taxi to go home and who should be the driver but the dude with the bro who lives in Qualicum, so the mother-in-law and the driver get chatting.
"House prices are dirt cheap in Canada compared to here aren't they" says the taxi driver
"Yeah in my job I deal with all stuff to do with houses" says the M-I-L (this isn't verbatum by the way, I really don't understand what the M-I-L does)
"So does my bro!!"
"What is his name?"
"Brother of a taxi driver"
"I was just in a meeting with brother of a taxi driver the day before I came here. I deal with him quite regularly and socialise with him on occassion - usually when business dictates" (again not verbatum but that is what was implied in the actual 20 minute conversation)

So there we go - my wife's mum knows a guy whose brother drives a taxi in his home town for a company which her daughter living in said same city uses sometimes.

Spooooooooky.

Apologies for length but there was nearly 5000 miles to cover.
(Sun 11th Feb 2007, 11:25, More)

» Strict Parents

My mum
Xmas about 3/4 years ago. Age 22 (approx). Go to my parents with the wife. Take PS2 to parents in anticipation of opening and playing the GTA the wife had bought me. Play GTA for 15 minutes. Mum says "What is this filth. I forbid you to play this game in my house". I say "fuck off mum I'm 22 (approx)". She says sorry.
(Fri 9th Mar 2007, 23:22, More)