It recently surfaced in my memories, deep in there, amongst all the other mad shit – that myself and my fine amico Michael Hyland were (as he so perfectly puts it) ‘stalked’ on one of our adventures.
It prompted this conversation over on Facebook.
“Funny shit will happen to and around Michael Hyland. Who out there remembers ‘that’ one massive melter? – “…and what about television, think about it, tell-a-lie-vision.” …people were close to shooting themselves that night.”
“Man, I keep forgetting about that dick. DID HE ACTUALLY EXIST? Just to fill everyone in, some random middle aged man followed Pavel and me around for 2 days talking utter tripe. I still don’t know his name or how we met him. He would continually tell us “the truth” about life with such nuggets like “Newspaper comes from the latin – news meaning brain and paper meaning washing.” In short, Matthew and me were stalked by a mental patient for 2 days. 2 DAYS AND 2 NIGHTS.”
“Sounds like the plot of a bad film there Hyland.”
“Oh he fucking existed alright – the scars are ‘forever’ etched in my mind…aye, right enough, where the fuck did he actually come from? I’ve never seen him since.”
“Man, nobody knew! He came out of nowhere and we just seemed to accept him following us at first until it came to like the second day and it was just like, “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?”
…priceless days.
Honestly, a life lesson here for all – those who resemble Bill Bailey are not always funny.
Beware.