It's funny that when you've been away for a period of time with a group of people, once you've returned you keep imagining you are seeing those people still in your every day life. Do you know what I mean, or am I a mental?
For example, I was in the pub tonight and out of the corner of my eye caught sight of the comedian Adam Hills, but when I looked at him properly it turned out to be a man of about the same age with slightly similar hair. Even once I'd registered that it wasn't him, my mind kept on thinking it was whenever I happened to glance in that direction.
Later I saw a tall man in a tan leather jacket walking away from me on the opposite side of the road and thought, "Hey, it's dotcomedy's Chris Addison," but on closer inspection I realised it was just another tall man with brown hair who has probably never hosted a TV show about the internet with Gail Porter. Sometimes the person that you think you recognise isn't someone you actually know, as in the case of this afternoon where it was a case of "hey, it's that girl who I sometimes saw drinking in the Assembly Room bar, but who I never talked to and have no idea who she is... oh no, it isn't. It's someone else that I don't know."
It's a weird psychological phenomenon. Consciously at least I am pleased to be home and not aware that I am yearning to see any of these people, yet something in my brain is craving the familiar or wishing I was back in that madness. Or maybe it's something to do with the tribal mentality and we are forever searching for the faces that we know are friendly and secure. Or that we have seen drinking in the same bar as us on a couple of occasions.
Or maybe I am secretly in love with Adam Hills, Chris Addison and that girl (whoever she is).
Actually it probably is that. Sorry for wasting your time.
