Last night I wore: A blue checked shirt, a navy blue jumper, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of black shoes. (I know what you’re thinking, “My god, he’s a fashion icon”).
Everything was going swimmingly until my brother walked into the bar wearing: A blue checked shirt, a navy blue jumper, a pair blue of jeans and a pair of black shoes. The only difference was that my jumper was v-necked.
It wouldn’t be too bad if he was a lot older or younger than me, but he’s not, he’s my twin. I’m an identical twin. I’m sure you can picture the scene of two 29 year old twins, of similar size and shape, dressed identically (yes, it was that ridiculous)!
The last time we dressed the same was when we were about 10. My mother used to dress us in all kinds of monstrosities which, when looking back at old photos, it would’ve been less shameful walking around with just a leaf covering my genitalia.
We normally get a few ‘double take’ looks anyway, but there were a lot more last night!
Next time we’re out together I’m making sure I check what he’s wearing before I step out the front door.