I was just setting off from the house today to go shopping and a guy and his wife were getting out of their car in front of the local corner shop. I thought to myself I know that bloke but it took a second to think who it was. Then with a shock I realised it was Robert Bastow (Teenut). There's a picture of him here
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with glasses on and arms folded in front of his Maalox and that was who I saw. Obviously not him but the resemblance was uncanny. It was unnerving. I never knew him, nor did most here, and it was what, five or so years ago but it took me quite aback and by the time I got to the supermarket my eyes were brimming and I had to sit in the car awhile.
I'm not sure why his passing affected so many so deeply or why it still should but clearly to me it still does. This is probably a bad thing but I'm not going to analyse it too deeply. Anyway it was weird.
I don't post on here anymore but I wanted to share this. I'll go again now.
-- Dave Baker
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