On a recent sojourn to the wonderful and limitless city of London to see our heroes of North London, my good friend Ovak and I were taking in some of the sights and sounds of St James' Park behind 10 Downing St. Among such topics that were discussed was the blatent sharing of yellow or pink womens undergarments. (I was proved wrong on the return to the park entrance - they turned out to indeed be yellow) and of course modes of transport that would allow us not to expend any more energy that was needed in the growing heat.
So we lay on the grass recharging our bodies and sipping bottles of water. Eventually we decided to move on and see where our ramblings would take us, before we left Ovak went into the nearby cafe to replenish our water supplies, I waited outside and observed the local people coming and going in the sunshine. As I leaned against the wall I saw a gentleman who bore a striking resemblance to the popular music provider - Chris Isaak. It was obvious to me that it was not the afore mentioned Isaak but a man who shared a few of his facial characteristics.
So our journey took us further through London (passed the yellow undergarments) as we laughed and joked about accosting Isaak and through verbal wordplay tricking him into revealing his identity.
Ovak : "hello Chris"
Chris Isaak : "I am not Chris Isaak"
Ovak : "ahhhha, we never said anything about Isaak - so we must now assume that you are said Isaak"
These humourous imaginary exchanges went on for a while until we shifted gear into reflexive racism or the "here's your mate" line which is used for all quasi non normal approaching individuals.
Our day in London came to a close and we headed for Healthrow Airport with sadness at departing a great city that had provided us with a great weekend. The flight was uneventful and we disembarked and fumbled in our pockets for our documents as we approached passport control. As I managed to locate my passport I slowed almost to a standstill to re-zip my bag and throw it back on my back, I looked ahead and chuckled to myself as another Chris Issak lookalike sat on a bench to my left. Then the staggering realisation of what was happening became apparent. This was not a Chris Isaak lookalike, this was indeed the real Isaak, I caught his gaze and cracked a small smile, he half nodded in acknowledgement, I tapped Ovak on the shoulder and pointed, his face dropped with a look of utter suprise and disbelief. We scuttled forward towards passport checkpoint looking over our shoulders with complete disbelief, here was the very man we had joked about less than 3 hours previously.
To quote a great thinker of our time and to try and somehow explain this inexplicable event I shall finish with this : A lot of people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch of unconnected incidents and things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice of coincidence that lays on top of everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness.
