Russell Crowe
When I was slimmer and staying with my dad in Australia around the time the film Gladiator came out I was mistaken for Russell Crowe daily....I have the same attitude as him and I do look a little bit like him. I smack photographers too. When I started to see in the news that he was as short tempered as me I started to love it as it gave me free licence to get pissed and be aggressive.
( war3n3xt < I'm with stupid, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 17:35, Reply)

Standing on the platform of Jesmond metro station in Newcastle...
Some kids on the opposite platform shouted "Fucking hell, it's Paul Merton." I wasn't.
(Pie of Meat ___°¬¯O¯____\o/_____/\_,____Y¯¯Y, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 17:06, Reply)

Yes
Same sort of thing happened to my dad in the 70s 80s I cant remember. Had a beard and that, looked like peter sutcliffe got questioned and everything, still has the police forms framed. I look like Beckham when he had a crew cut, little kids still point at me and say beckham, In asda doing my shopping FFS!
(robneymcplum spiced up his life on, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 16:23, Reply)

That'll turn him
I was once standing at the bar of a sea themed nightclub somewhere in the East Midlands with my housemate, who we'll call Rob, and both of our girlfriends.

This particular bar had one of those little rails you can stand on when you need scream your order in the ear of the barman to be heard over the delusion of grandeur rantings of luminaries such as Chesney Hawks.

As Rob, who is slim with a mane of brown hair and a small goatee, was leaning over the bar some skinhead bloke came up, spanked him on the arse and shouted in a thick Derbyshire drawl 'my mates have just bet me I won't come and talk to you, do you want a drink?' to which Rob replied without turning 'no'.

The skinhead then said 'oh, are you with him?' referring to me (I did actually have my arm round my girlfriend at the time). Rob then stood back and turned to the skinhead with 'look mate....', his sentence didn't need finishing as the look on the skinheads face realising he had just been chatting up a bloke and the belly laughs from his accomplices said all that was needed.

Halfway to scampered back to his little group of National Front posterboys, the skinhead turned and shouted 'fucking queers!'

Apparently the irony was lost on his mates as they seemed to spend the rest of the evening banging back pints of Stella and devising plans to make up pay for 'queering up' their mate.

In hindsight we were lucky to make it out alive.
(Dr Death is not as funny as when I thought it up, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 16:18, Reply)

Bohine
I'd have to agree with you there, and on topic:

once I mistook some random man in an arcade for my dad :(
(lei, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 15:52, Reply)

Hm...
My driver's license photo always seems to get Nicholas Cage, for some reason. It's about six years old now though, so bugger that.

I most note now that I was very, very drunk in the following photo.

But, yes. Macaulay Culkin. Fucker.



That isn't a black mesh vest top, I swear. The full photo is even worse.
( gone, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 15:37, Reply)

i look like my reflection
plus an amalgum of my mum and dad before they got dead old.
(fushundchups taste better with vinegar, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 11:48, Reply)

Back in 80s...
My dad had curlyish dark hair and a beard. Fairly fashionable but it made him look like notorious ladies man Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper.

As a taxi driver he didn't exactly set his lady passengers at ease.
'Alright love, get in'
'Fuuuuuck!'
(Medibot, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 11:24, Reply)

mistaken idenity
I'm not sure how these guys make their money from being lookie likeys, but in the space of 2 years It's been said by mates (and taxi driver's; the most impartial of judges) that I look like Iggy Pop, Kurt Cobain, and in a certain light Charles Haugtry! I'm still waiting to cash in on this natural talent I apparently have, (oh and that bloke from the chilly peppers).
(mr_mobs, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 10:06, Reply)

I was mistaken for a child!
And apparently a fairly 'bad' child, given the various maternal threats that accompanied this case of mistaken identity. ffs, I'm over 30! I know you don't have to have many academic qualifications to be a bondage mistress, but still...
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 9:00, Reply)

Came 'this close'...
to hip-and-shouldering someone I thought was my brother. Turned out it was a complete stranger.

Then there was the time I thought someone else was my sis and was 'this close' to hugging them. She wasn't... and my hugging style is the one that involves a boisterous body slam (calculated to annoy rather than as a brotherly act of family solidarity).

yeah, I've been really lucky so far. :O
(satellite blows, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 7:54, Reply)

How many?
Ryan Giggs - No havent got his chiseled features.
Joe90 - Who? I Should google it!
Kryton - Yes the one out of red dwarf!
Eminem - WTF???
(Clunge, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 6:05, Reply)

:/
I was told I look like Scarlett Johanson. I don't. I hate her. Yes I know she's a sex-symbol, but I don't think she's pretty.
(Bohine, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 3:26, Reply)

Nanny
I've been called Nanny for more than 4 years at work, I even have it printed on my overall.

When a new person asks "why do they call you nanny?" I just say "Have you ever seen Count Duckula?" and 99% of the time they nod in understanding.

I'm big and break stuff frequently. I can't say I walk through walls often though.
(chakaflange, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 2:54, Reply)

ive been told i look like
Avril Lavigne and Amy Lee, which i don't mind so much, i take it as a compliment. But ive also been told i look like the girl from the Excorsist and Samara from The Ring... these im not so happy about.
(loop, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 1:31, Reply)

your ma
My friends - friends who have known me for 7 or so years - asked me who I was cozying up to in the photo on my windowsill. The black and white photo. Of a couple in wedding clothes. Beside a wedding cake. In the 1970s. 1) Why would I display a photo of me with another bloke when I'm shacked up with someone else? 2) that's my DAD dude, that's just gross.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 0:30, Reply)

I look remarkably like Harry Potter
And have, especially when passing through King's Cross Station in my travels, often been commented on for this.
Most people say I look much more like the wizard than Daniel Radcliffe, who plays him in the films.

This all isn't very interesting, except for the fact that I went to school with Daniel up until before upper sixth.

He never properly admitted the better likeness, but appreciated how the younger kids would occasionally mistake me for him in the corridors, allowing him to get away without being bothered. He hated being called "Harry Potter" all the time as he just wanted to lead a normal school life and branch out into other parts later - he was a decent chap.

Now, just to clear up a few rumours about his time at our school which I hear time and time again:
We didn't ever lock him in a cupboard and tell him to "magic his way out"
We didn't lock him on the Art building roof with a broomstick and tell him to "fly his way off"
He didn't get a B at Drama A-level. He didn't take Drama, but 4 other AS-levels, got 4 As and quit before his last year to go filming. In fact, the cheeky sod used to mail in his homework from his accommodation at the film studios and get it in before the deadline, whilst we handed ours in late and got berated by the teachers. He didn't have many friends at our school - probably wise considering the people who'd try to abuse it - but we weren't arses to him!
(Adamish Time of death, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 0:27, Reply)

lets set the scene...
In the foot section of a freezing tent (the main compartment was full) lying next to my mate, on a misty hill...

i wake up from my pitiful sleep and realise that she is awake too, so i smile at her in what i believed to be a friendly way, completely unprepared for what came next-

a scream
a knee to the bollocks
a few more screams (several from me, admittedly)

it turns out she thought my smile made me look like a murderer from some film she had watched the night before (sleepy hollow possibly).

that was a new one on me!

past comparisons have been:

a chipmunk
stephen fry
george bush when he was younger
david hasselhoff
daniel craig
the hulk
cameron diaz's retarded brother on "theres something about mary"

i am 17.

EDIT: irrelevance of setting the scene part has hit me now
(slurry apologises, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 0:07, Reply)

Not mistaken for really...
But I used to get told that I looked like Monica Lewinski or Kelly Osborne.

I don't look like either.

I have been mistaken for being a lesbian when I had short hair, so I grew it long again so not to ward off potential boyfriends. It hasn't worked really. May as well go back to short hair and become a lesbian.

Length... a distant memory.

Edit: Oh God. And my own mother told me I look like Sonia from Eastenders. It was at that point I took my own life.
(Just a girl., Sat 2 Jun 2007, 23:48, Reply)

My own MOTHER
About a year ago maybe, there was this horrific murder/body chopped up, put in suitcase & dumped in the harbour type happening in my city. Nasty stuff. Anyway, couple of days after it happened, my mum calls me up...

Mum: Were you in the city Thursday night?
Me: No, I was in Ponsonby.
Mum: Is that near Elliott Street?
Me: No... why?
Mum: Are you SURE?
Me: Yes, wtf mum?

Turns out the news had shown some security camera footage of three or four girls seen in the area at the time, who were wanted for questioning as possible witnesses. My mum swore black and blue that I was one of said girls, which I definitely wasn't.

I whined to my friend about my own mother not knowing what I look like and he confessed he thought it was me at first too, but knew it couldn't have been as he knew where I was at the time.

>_<
(kadee may or may not be a nymphomaniac, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 23:21, Reply)

that girl from Buffy...
I used to be frequently told that I look like "that girl from Buffy." Then, I started getting people coming up to me and saying "One time, at band camp..." and then laughing hysterically, which was confusing as I hadn't seen American Pie. Apparently I look like Alyson Hannigan, on the basis that I dye my hair red... even though I don't actually look a thing like her...
I have a friend, however, that looks exactly like Silent Bob, if he lost a few pounds.
(RDT <>< <>< <>< <>< <>< <>< <>< <><, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 23:00, Reply)

Twice by two seperate people who didn't know each other...


Although this was about 5 years ago, I hope to god that I don't any more.
( Mx-Dr Trying to be somewhere between an ape and a robot., Sat 2 Jun 2007, 22:54, Reply)

walking along the southbank
on my way to a job in the saatchi gallery, carrying a toolbag and a spirit level. Some chavvy teen cunt saw me and shouted 'BIG BROTHER'S LITTLE BROTHER'
only he didn't stop there, he followed me for 30 yards, shouting it at me repeatedly. The prick.

Once, working outside Hackney Town Hall, some teenage idiot came up to me and said 'Are you Ronan Keating's Brother?' which upset me more than somewhat.
( mictoboy shitting in your cunt since, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 22:37, Reply)

Lad I used to know...
Thank god I don't any more.

I'd known him for years, a millstone around mine, and my group of chums' collective neck. A huge, hairy-chinned albatross tagging along behind the good ship of comradesh..ip...

One day, about three years into our acquaintance we were all due to meet up. So I was lumbered with ensuring that he reached the train station, on time, and in good order - so that we weren't held up.

So I called him, and told him we were all meeting in an hour, in the train station, the big building in the centre of town...

He said... "How will I recognise you?"

Slightly off topic, granted. But I needed to get it off my chest.
(Give me the cheese you cocksucker No board sig in protest., Sat 2 Jun 2007, 22:28, Reply)

Crucifixion shenanigans
I was travelling through a remote part of the Philippines during holy week. They take their Catholicism pretty seriously out there, going so far as to do a pretty detailed re-enactment of the crucifixion. In fact, young men volunteer for the 'privilege' of being nailed to a cross.

An example: www.ifilm.com/video/2667496

Being a crusty backpacker type at the time, not only was I tall, slightly emaciated from the latest bout of food poisoning, olive-skinned, but also with a beard and shoulder-length hair. Oh, and I have a prominent hooter. Basically, to your average Filipino, I was pretty much a perfect match for their biscuit-tin imagery of Our Saviour. This was remarked upon pretty frequently, at least once an hour some passer-by would shout 'Hey Jesus!', which was mildly entertaining.

However, on Good Friday, being chased across a market square by several hundred filipinos shouting 'Jesus! Jesus!' and making hammering gestures, accompanied by Tagalog which I can only guess translated as 'stop the lanky git, he'll really top off our re-enactment', it didn't seem quite so light-hearted.
(meepmeep is, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 22:22, Reply)

Dopplegang-bang
I have only ever been mistaken for someone else once and it happened while I was at school. I don't know who my doppleganger was but I know if ever I meet him I will fight to the death against him (as you are meant to do).

Anyways, one Monday morning I find a group of kids all huddled over a magazine. Thinking to myself "pr0n!!!" I decide to find out what's going on. I was shocked to the core. The kids who were all huddled over the magazine were the geekiest bastards you'd ever have the misfortune to meet so I should have known something wasn't right. When I heard one kid say "hey Daveymac - is that you?" I knew (well, hoped) the magazine wasn't pr0n. It was much worse - it was some kind of Dungeons and Dragons fan magazine. The page in question showed an advert for a convention for these D&D loons. The main image on this advert was of a crowd, taken from a window or something above the crowd and there standing proudest of all D&D fans was me! It was me! But it wasn't me!

For months I had the piss ripped out of me by my so-called mates who wouldn't believe me when I said I wasn't moonlighting as a D&D fanboy.

writing this is like some kind of therapy - I'm going to find that kid and twat him
(daveymac99, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 20:30, Reply)

Not me, but a good friend of mine
looks the spitting image of her mother at her age.

She was walking through heathrow airport, when she caught the eye of a man, who was giving her a very strange look and all the colour had drained from his face. Unnerved, she grabbed her mum and alerted her to the situation. Her mother recognised the man - it turned out that they went to secondary school together, and upon spotting my friend thought that he'd experienced some weird time loop or something similar - explaining the lack of colour in his face!
(once_upon_a_time, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 20:09, Reply)

Oooh, better, "My Twin"
I just realized I can do better. I got a message a week ago from an old friend, we both drive trucks for a living. I drive solo, he drives with his wife, but he and I used to drive together about a year ago.
Anyway, in the message he says that he just saw my twin(I don't have one) and that I should call him up so he can tell me about it. I finally get around to it, and he tells me how he saw this guy at a truck stop that looked like me, dressed like me, everything, and the only reason they didn't get out and say something to him was that he had long hair, and I did not.
I pointed out to them that in they year since I have seen them, my hair has grown and as you've surely guessed now, it turned out it was me they saw.
I'm my own twin...what kind of crazy hillbilly incest is that?
Dave
(tokenmormon, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 20:03, Reply)

The Lady Killers
My folks and I used to live in something of a resort town, where there were, at one time, few places to rent movies, and only one two decent places. My Dad used to go to one of those to rent flicks for. Apparently he was looking at a movie one day when a woman who had been in the store caught sight of him and started pointing and yelling "It's you! No! NOOOOO!" and after a few minutes of this, with my fathers jaw on the floor, and everyone else in the store sharing the shock, she ran out, never to be seen again. Dad had to finally stop going there though because everytime he showed up they referred to him as "The Lady Killer
(tokenmormon, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 19:59, Reply)

Almost got into trouble
At school, we used to have a teacher who was the spitting image of one of my mates. People who didn't know better would swear they were related, or even get one confused for the other.
One day I walked into a room and, seeing my mate sitting on a table, decided to greet him with a friendly backhander to the head. Except it wasn't my friend at all, it was our teacher. Luckily I managed to stop myself just in time, but a few nearby people were probably quite confused as to why I made such an elaborate hand motion just to scratch my head.

Also, in an anecdote only vaguely relevant to the question, I was once introducing a couple of new uni friends to one I'd known for a while. As the two of us walked over to the bar he turned to me and asked "Are those two sisters?"
"Erm, no." I replied.
"Oh. They look very alike." he said in a surprised tone.
"How exactly?" I asked, not seeing any resemblance myself.
"Well," he said, "they've both got glasses."
(Uncle Comrade, Sat 2 Jun 2007, 18:35, Reply)