A friend of mine is thinking semi-seriously about moving to New Zealand. In some ways this would be very cool. My folks visited New Zealand a while ago and had a great time, and it sounds like a place that I’d enjoy a lot. But if he moves there, it could put a crimp in one of my Nefarious Schemes.
A long time ago, I read a mystery book by Dorothy Sayers called The Five Red Herrings. Hopefully I’m not giving away too much of the plot when I mention that someone vanishes mysteriously simply by getting a shave and moving to another town where nobody knows that he used to have a beard. Having read that, it dawned on me that if I got a shave and a haircut there’d be vanishingly small number of people who’d recognize me if they bumped into me on the street. Combine that with a change in wardrobe and the disguise improves vastly.
Moving to another country would complete the disguise and eliminate the chance of being accidentally unmasked. Of course, it’d help to move to somewhere that I speak the language, so the list of destinations was rather small. Unfortunately, the guy who’s talking New Zealand is one of the few people who’s seen me shaved and shorn… So if he makes the move, that’s one really good country off of my expatriate list.
Looks like I’d have to settle for Bermuda.
Ah well.
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