Something rather odd happened last night. I was in the antigalligan with chopper, having used his short-cut, enjoying my Friday night pint. Chopper, or Eddie to give him his proper name, is one of those people who knows just about everyone in the local area, so he was introducing me to some of his mates. I think they were a bit surprised to see him out with a ‘raspberry ripple’, but that’s another entry. At one point, anyway, one fairly young guy came over; he was about my age or maybe slightly younger. I thought he looked a bit like someone I once knew, but I thought nothing of it to begin with. But then he introduced himself: he said his name was Richard, and was a farmer.

Now, anyone who knows me knows I am not superstitious or anything. I am an atheist. But something in this fellows face and hair reminded me of Richard Simpson. When he told me his name and job, I did a double take – it was very strange indeed. I told myself that there are no such things and ghosts, and it was a coincidence, but the resemblance of this man to my old school friend struck me as very odd indeed. Could it be that this man was some sort of metaphysical echo of my oldest friend?

Such an idea is, of course, nonsense. We went through special school together, seeing each other every term-time day for over ten years. We had lessons and breaktimes together, and together we lost three classmates to their conditions. But Rich Simpson has himself been dead now for four or five years; he is gone in the most final, brutal sense. Yet I’m sure it wasn’t just the beer playing tricks on my sight – although the guy was ambulant, the resemblance was astonishing. In the end I put it down to chance, and didn’t mention it to the guy, other than to say ‘you remind me of someone I knew a very, very long time ago.”