"You go up to Andrej Pejic in a club and tap him on the shoulder, he turns around and you’re all like: “Andrej! How’s it going man? Long time no see!” Blank stare. “It’s Isaac! Isaac from New Zealand!” Prolonged blank staring, coupled with disdainful wrinkling of nose. “You don’t remember me?” Head shake. “You know me! Isaac from New Zealand!” Hateful narrowing of the eyes. “My name is not Andrej,” he says. Only he is actually a she. No joke, this happened to me last night. Definitely not my finest work. (In my defense, she was the most extreme doppelganger you’ve ever seen. Still insanity-level awkward.)"