It Happened Today
I was out driving around, when who do I see but 3 of my friends about to cross the road in front of me. I wave them across and smile. They all look at me very oddly, until one of them suddenly realises who I am, smiles and waves back. I see the other 2 walking away saying "who was that?".
What's annoying is the one who recognised me I never see, whereas I spend 3 hours a day with the one who gave me the strangest look.
(RooRooRasputin Lover of the Russian Queen, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 18:10, Reply)

a dribbling perve
Once I was walking back to the station after an evening of merriment somewhere near Kensington. I was quite preoccupied with the pavement as it appear to keep changing levels and was occasionally swaying from side to side. As a result I was keeping my eyes on it and trying to predict its movement.
Lost in this, I heard a cry from up ahead and saw a woman run screaming into a restaurant. When I reached it I looked in to see the woman point at me through the window and shout "That's him! He's following me!"
In a comedy moment, that could have been straight out of a Mel Brooks film, they all turned to me with their jaws open.
realising that it might be wise to beat a hasty retreat, I decided to walk a bit faster to the station and not worry about what the pavement was doing.

nobody did come after me (thankfully) and I never did get to really see who the silly cow was (although in the seconds it took for her to point me out, I noticed she had great baps).
(EvilMeister, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 18:03, Reply)

andre agussi
When i was in hollywood in november 05, i was ova there with me mate and me da. anyways goes into a mcdonalds just near the chinese theater thing where the handprints are and me and me mate are sitting down 2 sum scran wen this little bloke walks upto me mate and asks "Excuse sir, are you Andre agussi?" i was rolling about the floor pissin myself laughin lol i'd get a pic of me mate on 2 show ya but i dunno how :(
(She is the walrus superMinx, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 17:57, Reply)

Not quite me...
I went on a date last year, and as we were on our way to the train station afterwards, we ran into an ex-workmate of mine.

Forgetting my manners, I didnt introduce my date, and just asked how my ex-workmate was doing (I hadnt seen him in a long time)
After a minute or so of catching up..

Workmate: "Hey, is that your sister?"
Me:"No, this is Amy, we've just been on a date"
Workmate:"Oh shit, sorry, its just that you've got the same colour hair, and you both have glasses"

Now, whenever Im with someone, and I run into someone that I know, I make a point of introducing everyone first, rather than having people think that Im into incest.
(Kezmo, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 17:40, Reply)

same old same old
I ALWAYS get called Lee Ryan from blue - which is strange cuz he's about 5 years older than me... i suppose its a complement as i always get offered a drink as well!
(nikwood28, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 17:31, Reply)

put... the bunny... down
Wherever I go in the world, I take care not to dress like a tourist, and always get mistaken for a local. This has led to a few incomprehensible requests for directions. With one notable exception: India, where I was made to feel like I had crosshairs on my forehead.

A bit closer to home: I wear specs, and visit London at least once a year, but on a few occasions I've worn contact lenses. There, apparently, without my specs I'm a dead ringer for Nicholas Cage. Until I open my mouth, that is. No, I don't think that's a compliment - I've seen "Leaving Las Vegas".
( bnt what, me worry?, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 14:31, Reply)

My wife.
But then again, if I were a beautiful woman, I *would* definitely look like her. Or spend tto much time in the shower. Or both.

I just asked, and no, she's never been mistaken for me.
(dadadali has hybrid vigour, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 14:23, Reply)

I get mistaken for Irish all the time
Although I do speak with a slightly-posh scouse accent (they do exist).

Oh... and Harry Potter. Just because i'm short and wear glasses... and have a big black beard... and short hair... and speak scouse... and don't do magic...
( rjmrjm, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 13:40, Reply)

I've been mistaken for a railway station before.
Haha, what kind of moron could mistake ME for a railway station?! Oh, hang on...
(FUCK OFF, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 12:47, Reply)

oddly, I've never been mistaken for this guy.
 me documentary maker Louis Theorux
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 11:07, Reply)

someone once mistook me for a guy they knew

not much of a story obviously - but it is if you consider that the person they mistook me for was black!

Signed,
Stevie Wonder.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 10:37, Reply)

Baying hate mob
"THERE HE IS!"

I was walking to the shops to pick up a copy of 2000AD - the thinking man's masturbatory aid - when I heard the cry.

"THERE HE IS - The knob who beat up my sister!"

They couldn't mean me. As the first punch sailed dangerously close to my head, I realised they did. I gave the kid with the blubbing sister a limp-wristed punch and did what any coward would do. I ran away.

Looking over my shoulder, I noticed there were no fewer that twenty teenage kids after me, baying for my blood.

I hid behind the scout hut, and later under my bed, plucking up enough courage later to find out that mobs were roaming the street all weekend looking for me.

I never even found out who the girl was, let alone the kid I punched, but the original sister-puncher must have got away scot free.

And ...er... that's the thanks I got.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 10:28, Reply)

Also
Since becoming a Yank, I've adapted a somewhat Southern Californian accent. So when I called my mates at New Year, they asked, to my surprise "Oy, Veovis! What the fuck was that last call about?"
I explain that this is the first time I've called, because the rates for an O2 mobile in San Diego calling any mobile in the UK is roughly £1.50 per minute.
"No, you called about 20 minutes ago and started mouthing off Britain!"
It turns out that someone else named Veovis with a pseudo-Yank accent called them pretending to be me.
Dunno why... who'd want to pretend to be a 19 year old greasy pale virgin?*


*has since been cured of this affliction.
( Grokthought wouldn't pay that for Chinese 5-Spice, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 9:00, Reply)

Everyone thought I was Stanley Kubrick
It just kept happening everywhere I went at first I tried to be polite about it and quietly tell them otherwise but they just wouldn't have it, I HAD to be Mr. Kubrick. All sorts would flock to see me so eventually I just decided I'd go along with it despite looking nothing like the man (so I'm told), never having seen his films AND living in and having a north London accent with a naselly voice.

I felt awfully dishonest but people just thought I was being a reclusive genius if I tried to correct them, and knowingly thought I was just being modest. So I tried to make them feel better, offer them parts in movies here and there talk to them about 'my' films I supposedly made and they'd lavish me with free meals and booze that they just wouldn't let me refuse. Even the cream of the American press were quite convinced.

And then to top it all off I was accused of being a conman and using Mr Kubrick's name fraudulently they even made a bloody movie about it, I tried to tell people I wasn't him and they'd say I was lying about impersonating him and now they've told everyone I died. I'm well and truly sick of this, if Mr. Kubrick hadn't expired already I'd sue for damages and defamation. Honestly you try to be nice to people, you try to avoid them having to face embarrasment and this is what happens.

Sincerely Mr. Conway NOT Kubrick
(StumpsForArms&NoEyebrows, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 8:11, Reply)

Oh, god... loads.
I've been mistaken for most of the cast of the Harry Potter films. In school people thought I looked like Neville Longbottom (and for good reason. I kind of did.) When I moved from Southampton to California last year, people thought I was Ron Weasley because of my long hair, "english" accent and the fact I say "Bloody hell" quite a lot. Despite the fact my hair's not ginger, I'm Scottish and I weigh about 14 stone.
Also, I've been told I look like the blond twunt from Busted and the other one from McFly.
The fact I'm a guitarist doesn't really make it better. I used to get teased a lot after bringing in my guitar to school, whereupon people would do the shitty jumps (which are quite hard to do while playing).
I've also been mistaken for some American Idol winner called Clay Aiken at the shops.
Also; Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite, Napoleon Dynamite, Johnny Tambourine from Saul of the Mole Men, David Tennant(!).
Either I'm a Time Lord and I've used a shitload of regenerations without realising, or people are stupid. Probably the latter, not so much the former.
Length? Girth? Bloody hell.
( Grokthought wouldn't pay that for Chinese 5-Spice, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 7:03, Reply)

no we are not twins
my best friend and i look exactly alike...it's gotten to the point that when we're together we just lie to people and say we're twins....then they don't ask anything else.
(scarling, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 6:04, Reply)

I posted an amusing snap shot . . .
I was downloading a file (yes it was a file)and the usall stuff of type in the letters and digits you see before you so you could download the file, a kind of safeguard if you will to stop people just linking to the site for people to leech off . . . sooooo anyway the letters that came up were funny and so i took a snapshot of the view before me and posted it up on the board as seen here - www.b3ta.com/board/7248112 and i was mistaken for a filth collector! the cheek!!XD
(Old Fella Doe a Dear a Female Dear . . . ., Sat 2 Jun 2007, 3:11, Reply)

The Force was with these idiots
I was ordering a sandwich to go at the Subway. I noticed that two of the snot nosed employees were glancing at me and whispering to each other. "What's up?" "Sir, do you know you look like George Lucas?" "Really", I replied. "I hadn't given it much thought."
The next day, as I'm getting into my car at the Supermarket, a lady approaches me. "Would you please" she asked "tell my sons that you are not George Lucas?" I felt a disturbance in the Force, especially as I'm about 2m and 22 stone. I still don't see the resemblance.
(berserkley, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 2:55, Reply)

Kinda, not really....
People used to get me mixed up with LeeLee Sobieski a lot.
Either her or that girl who played Mel Gibson's daughter in "What Women Want", whose name escapes me at the moment.
Interestingly enough, I was at a dinner/concert a while back and ended up sitting at the table right next to hers (Not Leelee, whatsherface), and could not, for the life of me, see the resemblance. At all.
(Betsy Braddock Thee before thine, except after thou., Sat 2 Jun 2007, 2:22, Reply)

Apparently I look like David Tennant
Even my mum thinks I do.

Someone in the pub thought I was him.
A couple of 9-year-old kids on the bus thought I was him (if I had a Tardis I wouldn't be taking a bloody bus would I?).

Not very interesting though.
(protocoldroid, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 1:51, Reply)

WoW
Once I was in Ironforge and I got mistaken for one of the NPC'S HA! Noobs!
(Manontheedge Are you MANontheEDGE-ing Ok?, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 1:48, Reply)

...
I once got a paraplegic mixed up with a bag of potatoes.

I finally realised this when i took them out of the oven 5 hours later and tasted them and found that they tasted suspiciously like burnt potatoes...
(Snailfighter Mk VIII MASTER of the bits underneath the ledges on fences, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 1:44, Reply)

no, no....nooooooooooooo!
*phone rings*
Me:yello
Other voice:Hi *snordfjord´s mum*, it´s your bestest friend.
Me: *stunned silence*
O.V:Hello?
Me: *weeping ever so slightly*

My therapist said it would be a good idea to finally share this one.
(snordfjord Cranky...like a crank!, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 1:18, Reply)

DAD!
I can't walk past a cider-sodden tramp without shouting "DAD! Dad! It's me...don't you recognise me Dad?". Always guaranteed a response. Nine times out of ten I'm greeted with incomprehensible abuse, but it's that almost tear jerking one-in-ten "S...S...Son?" that makes it all worthwhile.

Click if this makes me a bad person.
( wotofco pissing in your swimming pool, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 1:17, Reply)

More or less every day
It's not a very interesting story, but my good friend does look reasonably similar to me. I'm female and he's male, but our hair is the same colour and we have a similar haircut, we both wear glasses, and he's no more than two inches taller than me. We wear the same style of clothes. We also live on the same street, so people usually think that we're at the very least siblings (sometimes twins), if not the same person.

The remarkable thing, really, is that people think I'm a guy. I don't look the least masculine.
(echomikeromeo, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 0:35, Reply)

Well it made Effin Eddie laugh
The trick when I was a passenger in the scaffolding truck was to wait until someone was stood ready to cross the road while we were at the lights. As soon as we pull away I would turn and notice them, do a double take, look delighted to see it was them and start winding the window down so I could wave excitedly as we drove away.

They would always wave back.

Aren't people nice.
(realfunky, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 23:38, Reply)

Steve Macdonald from Coronation Street
I look like him (or so i get told). I was once asked for my autograph by a (foxy looking) girl in a bar. So I signed it and left my phone number.

She didn't call.

I guess I shouldn't of signed it with my own name...
(bdgr can't think of anything witty to type here, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 23:18, Reply)

literally dead ringers except I didn't know if they were both gay
THere was a lad I used to know well before aged 18 he became all religious, had a nervous breakdown, went to uni but came home after a week, went away to do charity work abroad, came back to live with his mum who was divorced. Lived in an area of where I live called Elworth. This lad didn't drink or smoke. Clean living but was always on the edge of having another nervous breakdown.

Anyway, I finish uni and start working at the local paper. Pick up a fax one day saying that a lad with exactly the same name, age, history, and from the same area of town had commited suicide. I was a bit shocked and began asking around / telling folk about it in the pub that friday. Nobody knows anything but then this lad had withdrawn himself from all mates and nobody had heared from him in ages but nobody was surprised at all that it had come to this.


Week later, down the pub again the non-pub going c*** only turns up to the pub for the first time in about 5 years. Turns out it wasn't him. Feckin weird especially as the area of town he came from only had a population of about 2-3000.

The none dead Winstanley later married a lass called stella, the sober living christian barsteward.

Length? the thickness of fax paper and the length of a nail.
(spike starski, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 23:06, Reply)