Can You See the Real Me?
I don’t have too many graven images at this particular shrine to self, but this was too good to resist. We all meet doppelgangers from time to time, in popular culture if not in the flesh. For years I’ve known of two in particular, but recently encountered a third...
1. Your humble author, as seen on TV throughout the 1970s. Meemeemeemeemee.
2. Your humble author, as painted by Diego Velázquez in 1632 under the guise of the Cardinal Infante Don Fernando. When I first saw this painting in the Prado at the age of 18 I looked exactly like it, apart from the outfit (and if they still sold clothing fit for seventeenth-century Spanish royalty I would have sorted that out sharpish too).
3. Your humble author, as recognised by a friend with small children. It’s true, the resemblance is scary. If anyone at the BBC is planning a live-action Postman Pat, start the bidding now, because you need me in that role. No wonder I get funny looks at the post office.
(Copyright laws roundly ignored, because they’re all me, dammit.)