I was in a shop recently when I turned to the woman at the counter beside me. “Hello there, Kackster“, I said, “I’m Richard Gillespie. We had the cottage next to yours at Cunngulla, in the spring of ’92”. The woman was stunned. “Richard Gillespie?” she said, “You’re not Richard Gillespie. Richard Gillespie has sparse sandy hair, wears a beard and weights about 110 kgs. You’re no more Richard Gillespie than Kevin Bacon”. I stared into a three way mirror, profile and full face. It was true. I didn’t look anything at all like Richard Gillespie. But I know the face. It will just be a matter of time.