Am I a doppelganger?

Recently, somebody told me they’d seen me at climate camp. Another colleague followed a woman down the road for quite a way last week because he thought it was me.

And now a vegan feminist blogging woman resident of Barkingside has made contact. Perhaps it’s because she feels obliged to extinguish me, which is what you’re supposed to do with doppelgangers, I’ve been told. So if I stop blogging, it’s because I was a doppelganger.