They say we all have a doppelganger, an identical copy of ourselves,
somewhere in the world.
Since moving to Melbourne a couple of years ago, I have
often been told how much like Princess Mary I look…the Tasmanian ‘commoner’ who
met the Prince of Denmark in a bar in Sydney in 2000 and in truly Cinderella
fashion, stole his heart. To resemble Princess Mary is very flattering. She is
beautiful. I am not really sure of the accuracy of the comparison, maybe it’s
something to do with the hair or the eyes or a similarity in the way we carry
ourselves.
It’s pretty good to have a celebrity doppelganger. I was at
a wedding last week and met a couple who both have celebrity
doppelgangers. I saw the woman first and
was struck by how much she looked like Thandie Newton. She said that she gets
that all the time, but wait until I met her boyfriend who looks just like a
grown-up Billy Elliott, or at least, the actor who plays the part of the boy
from the north-east of England who falls in love with dancing. Spitting image.
What do we do with the knowledge that we have a twin?
Fiction and folklore have long suggested that running into your double was an
omen of bad fortune. In German, doppelganger literally means double walker. The
idea was that you had a ghostly other who would confront his or her fleshy
counterpart at a time when something bad was about to happen. I’m not so sure
about that.
I am sure that we could work with our twins for good and not
evil. We could be stunt doubles in each others’ lives, taking turns to step in
when required. I’m sure Mary sometimes wants a break from all the functions.
I’d be happy to get dressed up in the fancy clothes now and then…although
perhaps not the white trouser suit. I really don’t think I could pull that one
off.
And it’s interesting. If I had been in that bar in Sydney
and met Prince Frederik, would I now be buttering my toast with unsalted Danish
butter and wearing white trouser suits?
And would Thandie Newton and Jamie Bell ever get together?
Maybe they did. They starred in a film together in 2011, Retreat. Life imitating art, or…
Regardless, I had a great remedial massage from Billy Elliott
and might be teaching French to Thandie
Newton’s sister.
I don’t think doppelgangers are bad omens. I think they allow
possibility.
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