Greetings, Beachcomber. But I reckon we've a fair number of twins about. I remember I was at a folk festival once, and my son was dropping in and had arranged to meet me in a pub where I was enjoying myself singing and drinking. He poked his head in, and phoned my wife back home: "I went to see Dad in the pub, but I couldn't spot him. The place was full of blokes who looked just like him."