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Chapter 2

He was joking. He had to be joking. Maybe his friends always laughed with him, telling him he looked like Vince, so that was his nickname or something. Noel tried to find a single plausible reason why this guy looked just like him, called himself by his characters name, yet seemed completely serious and genuine.

Noel considered himself a good judge of character (whether he actually was one was a different argument) and he was pretty sure this guy was completely serious. There was no glimmer of recognition in "Vince"'s eyes. It didn't seem like he knew who Noel was at all.

"Are you alright?" Vince frowned, when Noel didn't respond for a worrying amount of time. Vince thought he look ill or drunk or something, the way he was all unsettled and very slow to respond. Noel straightened up properly and hitched his low-rise jeans up a bit, before deciding he might as well take this Vince seriously, and just see how things panned out.

"Yeah, yeah...I just felt a bit dizzy all of a sudden," Noel mumbled, and then remembered why he had been in the phone booth in the first place. His stomach felt like it had flipped over when he realised how late it must be. "Oh Jesus, have you got the time?"

Vince held up his wrist in front of Noel's face. On it was a great looking silver bangle.

"No watch...but a pretty cool bracelet, don't you think?" He grinned, but then noted the serious look on Noel's face. "But it's about five...you going somewhere?" Vince asked, tilting his head to one side and twisting a strand of hair around his index finger. Noel gave a groan and covered his face with his hands. The meeting would be over now and everyone would just be shaking their heads at his absence, and commenting happily to each other about how unreliable he was.

"I was going somewhere...not anymore," he guessed he should probably start heading home or something, but he felt compelled to keep talking to Vince, in hope of figuring out the reason behind him looking so identical to his own character. Noel could hardly decide on what to ask him first. "Have you heard of the Mighty Boosh?" Noel quizzed Vince, going for the obvious question first.

Vince responded by giving him a really weird look.

"That's like asking if I know any humans..." said Vince eventually, raising an eyebrow. He gave a smirk and laughed out loud, "Why? Haven't you heard of the Mighty Boosh?" Vince gave a demonic giggle at what he saw as his own clever joke and looked at Noel. Vince didn't know why, but for some reason, Noel looked even more confused than before he had asked the question.

"Ok...this is a weird question...but can you just tell me what it is?" Noel asked, fishing for an answer whilst trying not to sound like a complete twat. He failed miserably.

"Um...well..." Vince searched his brain desperately for a way to describe it. It was like trying to explain the immortal genius of straighteners in three words. "Well...it's like...everything." He smiled, satisfied with his definition. But Noel still looked confused. Vince decided to go for a friendly analogy. "It's like...all the craters and stuff on the Moon are all the Moon...well all this street and all that sky and that phone box and my bracelet are all the Boosh."

Noel now looked a cross between amazed and even more confused. Vince decided to show off his all the knowledge he had gained in year 3 primary.

"Well it goes Sun...that other planet...that other one...the Mighty Boosh...Moon...Mars and then Xooberon...right?"

Noel's jaw dropped from just below his bottom lip to the floor. Vince grinned, he figured that Noel was truly astounded by such a detailed and insightful understanding of the universe. It was true that such knowledge had got him out of many tricky situations, and gained the love of many a misguided girl. He grinned smugly.

Noel closed his mouth and tried to process the information he had just received. He was still damn sure that Vince wasn't having a laugh...and if he thought about it...it kind of made sense...Vince was there...and it was definitely Vince...Noel could tell his own grin when he saw it.

"You're telling me..." he began, watching Vince very closely for any sign that he was joking, "that this...this...is the Mighty Boosh?"

Vince pushed his tongue into his bottom lip. A powerful non-verbal sign that meant he thought Noel was the teeniest bit on the thick side. No, take that back, he was well and truly on the thick side. He must live on the thick side.

"I'm telling you...this is the Mighty Boosh!" Vince shook his head in frustration, "Are you having me on or something? Now where were you off? Maybe I can give you directions seen as you don't know your left from right..."

Noel shook his head. If he really was in the Boosh, as Vince insisted he was, his home wasn't there, nor were any of his friend's houses. Everything would be priced in euros, and all he had on him was a crumpled fiver and some change anyway. He couldn't believe he was actually trying to figure out the exchange rate from pounds to euros in his head. Shit. What was he actually going to do? This was the craziest problem he had every been presented with. His inner turmoil shone through clearly on his face.

"Listen...you look pretty clueless, if you don't mind me saying. Do you want to come back to my place? You can use my phone...straighten your fringe...it's looking a little bit wiry...and my mate will sort you out with something if you still feel ill."

Noel felt very relieved to be given a decent plan of action. Plus, it gave him an excuse to find out more about the Boosh...like if he was actually in it and if any of it made some sense.

"Yeah...sure...thanks," Noel said to Vince quietly. They both smiled identical smiles simultaneously.

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"...so that's why Nicky Clarke is in everyway superior to the GHD model!"

"You know...that's exactly what I said to the guy. But he said that Nicky Clarke lacks the versatility of the new GHD styler...and I'm like...why would I need curls when the straight look is such genius?"

Noel was beginning to understand why he had always loved playing Vince so much. He was such a legend. The two of them bonded over their '50 favourite songs of all time' list whilst Noel sorted out his fringe with the everyway superior Nicky Clarke straighteners. It was so weird sitting in the flat that he himself had designed. It wasn't a really cheap telly studio set anymore, it was an actual proper flat. And pretty cool it was too. Noel decided the real world could get over his temporary absence whilst he chilled out with all the cool characters he had taken time to create. Though he had only met Vince so far, Naboo, Bollo and Howard were all out.

So far the only differences he'd noticed between himself and Vince were their fringes, plus Vince was slightly thicker and more naive and generally less subtle. Noel couldn't really say he minded, it was nice feeling more intelligent than someone, especially when they were otherwise your exact equal. It was really tough acting like he didn't already know all the people who lived in the flat, although he had successfully piped up "he's a shaman, reeeeaaally?" with the correct amount of curiosity, but he also mentioned Bollo's name before he was actually told it, meaning to had to convince the very easily manipulated Vince to believe he had already mentioned him.

They were just about to start a discussion on Topman vs. Topshop when footsteps sounded on the stairs leading up from the shop. They had a slightly northern feel to them, those footsteps, the kind that only a Leeds-born author could correctly describe. A unique timbre, you see.

Vince gave a panicked glace towards the door and then around the flat.

"Ahh...it's Howard, and I told him I would clean up the flat while he was out!" Vince quickly jumped to his feet (which were covered in a pair of ugg-boot style slippers from River Island) pulling Noel roughly with him. "He'll go mad if he finds I'm hanging out with friends instead of cleaning...let's just pretend I'm out!" Vince flung one of the kitchen cupboards open and climbed inside, beckoning Noel to follow him.

"You're mad, no way!" Hissed Noel, not dead keen to sit in a cupboard for hours. Plus, how would both of their hairstyles fit?

Vince grabbed Noel's wrist and pulled him into the cupboard next to him, pulling the door shut just as the front door opened and Howard stepped in.