Tuesday, 21 April 2009

Introducing...the Queen of Chaos.




My sister was born on the 7th of September 1962 at 3am. I popped out 7 minutes later. There are several differences between us (most notably our gender) Sis is a slender 4ft 11ins to my chunky 5ft 8ins; she has a full head of long, blonde hair and I follow the “moss doesn’t grow on a busy street” styling.
So when we met people and they ask us if we are identical, the answer - what part of the word “identical” are you struggling with – is replaced with a polite smile and a simple no.
One of my favourite occasions when someone questioned the nature of our twin-ness (I’m a writer, I’m allowed to make words up) was when Sis introduced me to a new neighbour.
‘Hi’, says Sis, this is my twin brother. The neighbour and I exchange smiles and shake hands. Her hand hangs from her wrist like a limp fish. At least its dry I think as I shake it.
‘You don’t look much alike for twins,’ says the neighbour, displaying her finely tuned powers of observation.
‘We used to,’ answers Sis totally unmindful that I am standing beside her, ‘before Michael lost his hair and put on all that weight.’

4 comments:

  1. Awww... that's such a cute photo. Didn't know you were a twin, Michael!

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  2. Yeah - and we're non-identical, believe it or not.

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  3. MD, I sympathise. I can't tell you how many people have asked of Things 1 & 2: 'Are they identical, then?' Erm... there's a clue in the anatomy...

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  4. Hi Michael, Ross here. I'm whizzing through your blog for the first time here after your email and this one really caught my eye. 5ft 8 you say? Is this the same tape that measures fish which get away?

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