I should explain something here before I show you what I’m about to show you. I don’t make new friends easily. There are few new people I like that I’d want to spend more than a cursory amount of time with. I’m not anti-social, far from it, just that at 35 it can be hard to meet new people who are on your wavelength to any appreciable degree. I’ve met a few in the last year or so, they know who they are and two of them are a couple.
They rock. Seriously.
Fun to be out with, check on you if they think you’re down, invite you to their gaff, come along when you need gig buddies, prodigious drinking capabilities. I adore them. I have no intention of outing them here as they know who they are. I’m even meeting one of them for a pint after work tonight.
And then there was this.
Yesterday I got wind of what the pair of them, bored in work for the day, had been doing.
See, they’re obsessed with me being a double of Life On Mars star John Simm, to the point where these were put together during the day.
Should I worry? Are they likely to try abducting my when I’m drunk later on and tying me up in their place, forcing me to pretend I’m The Master and read lines of Dr Who dialogue dancing to Voodoo Child?
Should I run?