I ran into Lloyd the other day.
Until two weeks ago he was a cycle courier – now he’s an engineer of some sort, who goes around town fixing photocopiers, for a regular wage. As you can see, this makes him very happy.
I didn’t recognize him at first. He walked past me and said “hello”, and I looked up and said “hello …oh hello!“, and even then took a couple more seconds to work out where I knew him from. It’s amazing the difference normal clothes and a bit of a wash will make.
I have my own fantasy, of one day getting a high-powered job in the City, and standing in lifts in my pinstripe suit, next to couriers I used to pass in the street on my bike, and seeing how long it takes them to recognize me.
Luckily, one of the defining features of a fantasy is that it isn’t fulfilled.