“Hitler had a twin brother?”
“Identical to be exact” replied Colonel Blimley head of the under arm surveillance wing.
Under arm surveillance was the very basic forerunner to today’s more sophisticated under cover surveillance branch. In the early days the surveillance unit was untrained & financially disadvantaged. Agents would follow targets & if the target became suspicious or paranoid & looked round, the agent would just quickly put his arm across his face & peep. Hence the name. Obviously there was a very low success rate & a lot of paranoid suspects. For years the government used propaganda to deflect public suspicion blaming this wave of paranoia on cannabis use…
…”Doctor I think I am being followed by government agents.”
“Nonsense Mr Profumo. Now tell me have you ever smoked dope?”
“Hitler had an identical twin brother? I repeated in absolute amazement. “What was he called Sir?”
“Randolph.”
“Randolph Hitler!?” I could hardly believe my ears. “But what happened to him, how come no one has ever heard of him?”
“Peeler my boy” said the Colonel leaning back into his Chesterfield armchair in his favourite corner of the Gentlemen’s Club. “He wasn’t a soldier or a politician. He was nothing like his brother, quite the opposite in fact. He was a pastry chef of all things……”
So that’s when I first heard the story of Randolph Hitler, the pastry chef, the identical twin brother of old Adolf himself. Apparently towards the end of the war Randolph had realised that things weren’t going too well in Germany & had decided to see if he could get over to the Untied States of Barmerica to avoid any undue flack that might come his way. So legend has it that he approached the Barmericans & pleaded his case. The Barmerican Intelligence Service keen to get close to the enemy welcomed him with open arms.
Of course they insisted that he take on a new identity to help keep him secret, so they suggested he should change his name.
“What name did he choose Sir?”
“Hootler, he chose Hootler my boy.”
“Randolph Hootler Sir?!” I gasped trying to stifle a large guffaw. Easier said than done with big teeth.
“That’s correct Peeler, he ended up working in a diner in NewYodel. Although the Americans felt that he needed to go a little further with his identity change, so Randolph reluctantly agreed & further changed his name to Randy.”
“Randy Hootler!?” I blurted almost falling off my chair & spraying the Colonel with a mouthful of Earl Grey. “Strooth! Randy Hootler the identical twin of Adolf Hitler who would have thought it?”
“At first no one. They placed him in a safe house with a few other dodgy types one chap went by the name of Sumo Samovic ex Russian agent I think & the other was known as the Butcher of Birmingham”
Samovic earned his moniker Sumo because he was paranoid to the max, he thought that everyone was out to get him. He would wear his entire wardrobe at once when he went out so as not to leave anything behind that his house mates’ could steal & the result was he looked rather big. The Butcher of Birmingham on the other hand was in fact, a butcher, from Birmingham. He had also heard about the land of opportunity that was Barmerica & had set off to make his fortune there. All did not go to plan however. On his arrival the customs officials didn’t like the look of him & contacted the Barmerican Intelligence Service. They couldn’t understand his strong west midlands accent & didn’t like his large very hairy hands so they suspected he might be a spy. That’s how the trio came to live in the same safe house & become lifelong buddies.
Of the three Randy became quite successful. Whilst working at the diner he was able to keep his hand in as a pastry chef & was even credited with inventing the Surprise Birthday Cake. You have probably seen the giant cake which is wheeled into the room at parties & a scantily clad female jumps out surprising the guest of honour by shouting “Surprise!” or “Überraschung!” as Randy’s brother would probably have said on more than one occasion. In fact I suspect that Randy had picked up the whole Trojan Cake idea from Adolf & I strongly suspect that the dictators cake didn’t contain any scantily clad females either. In my minds eye I couldn’t help but picture a sinister uniformed figure with a little moustache jumping out of a German Überraschung Birthday Cake at some party or other und saying,
“Überraschung! Das party ist uber. Shtoppen sie laughing. Zis ist ein invasion”
Big surprise birthday cakes wasn’t Randy’s only success he went on to open a whole string of bars called “HOOTLERS” or some such name. I thing it had something to do with big birds. Probably Owls judging by the title. He never forgot his friends though I will give him that. He employed the Birmingham Butcher & Sumo Sam as doormen. Sumo’s larger than life appearance & the Butchers inaccurate reputation seemed to work out just fine. Indeed large clothing & dodgy reputations seemed to set a precedent for future doormen.
On the face of it Randy appeared to have adjusted well to life in Barmerica & became one of it’s success stories but despite all the cakes, bars & Owls there was one thing that always seemed to bother him. It was what later became known in the nursery school world as “the evil twin syndrome.” Where ever he went people always seemed to stare despite all the effort he had gone to, in order to change his identity. He just couldn’t stand being compared to his murderous sibling & was really finding it hard with the ladies!
It was after closing time late one night that he confided his anguish to his two chums. All three were sat at the bar having a few beers when Randy started to bare his heart.
“I vish zey vud not stare at me so. How vill I ever find a vife if zey sink I am ze dictator. I haf changed mein name vat more can I do.”
“Da!” agreed Sumo “It is big problem, yes?” Followed by a sigh & a long silence before returning his gaze back to the large hairy hands of the butcher.
“You could always try shaving off your little square moustache?” offered the Butcher of Birmingham tactfully.
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