Sometimes I like to tell stories about myself in which I do not emerge looking like a total gobshite.
Today will not be one of those stories.
It is said that everyone has a double somewhere in the world, and tonight my brother’s walked into my local.
He was astonishingly like him, so much so that I said to the people I was with “oh, there’s my brother – oh, no actually, it isn’t him.”
And then, because he was so like him, I unthinkingly said “but I bet it’s his brother.”
I only have one brother, so you can figure out what I had effectively said.
And, unfortunately, so could my pubmates.