Head Space Daily Words...

This afternoon, as I was walking down Northcross Road in East Dulwich with the GLW (good lady wife,) I became aware, out of the corner of my eye, that someone was staring at me. Not just staring but sizing me up in a thoroughly unnerving manner. Actually they were doing it with such a sense of excitement that it was like a force field emanating between us. It was bizarre. As I got nearer, I couldn’t help but smile, because I could just sense them gawping and it was a natural reaction but I didn’t look at this person. Then suddenly, a voice spoke. It was a woman who ran a market stall on the street and she said “My god, I thought you were Robbie Williams.” Ha ha, brilliant. This was particularly funny, because the GLW twenty years ago, when we first got together, had the hots for Robbie and thought that I looked like him. In fact and I kid you not, people would often comment that the Take That tearaway and myself looked alike. Think of the money I could have made as a looky likey!! Then the cheeky Potteries lad porked out and became a pub singer, whilst my metabolism hasn’t followed the same trajectory and I am still a skinny latte. If it hadn’t been for our uncanny resemblance, I probably wouldn’t be with the GLW, which would mean my kids wouldn’t have been born and I may not even live in London. This is all getting a bit Back To The Future now. I am actually picturing images of my family fading from photographs. Aaaahhh!!! Get me a Flux Capacitor, fetch me a DeLorean…