An Identity Crisis

There I was. It was Saturday night, and I was sitting in the bar of the Pearl Brasserie on Baggot St. (which is LUSH, by the way), having a good aul family gathering for my aunt's 40th.

The conversation turned in the direction of the recession, so, naturally, I zoned out. I picked up my iPhone and flicked onto my Facebook app to see if any of my crops needed harvesting, or if I'd any new comments.

I was pleased to see I had a comment from my good friend Damien, who had seemingly been searching the Waltons School of Music website.

Now, earlier in the summer, I had attended a five-week long Musical Theatre Workshop course (which was as hilarious as it was beneficial... a few characters in the class we shall say!). It tickled me on this particular occasion, therefore, to see that Damien had spotted me on the Waltons website, all angelic and crooning, having somehow been selected to be the face of the Introducing Singing for Adults class. I told the family who thought the whole thing was only GAS and proceeded to pass the phone around the table and have a good hearty chuckle at my expense (as the Twomey clan are wont to do)

We got on with our family chat, and during the lull between starters and mains, I checked Facebook again. There were a good few comments under the picture, most notably some from Stevi and Sinead, both of whom were questioning whether or not the picture was me. Sinead argued that the eyes were different (which I think they are). My family were completely divided, with Mammo and Aunty Louise saying it wasn't, and myself, Aunty Ger, Uncle Eamonn and Grandad saying IT DEFFO WAS.

Myself, my college friends, my home friends and my family couldn't decide. Some were adamant it definitely was. Some were convinced it wasn't. Some sat on the fence.

It had to have been. It was just too much of a coincidence. There's no way someone who looks that like me could have been in Waltons at the exact same time as me. It's like a Sister Sister scenario.

The girl in the picture is wearing the same top as I wore to the showcase rehearsal, but her hair is a shade darker. The hairstyle is the same. But her fringe is sweeping the opposite direction.
She has my dimples and my singing face.

Holly's theory is that the picture is of me, but I've been photoshopped to change the eye shape and hair colour so I can't sure for image rights.

2 days and 38 comments later, opinion is still 50/50.

Here's hoping it is me. I'm not having my face nicked!