One more
Forgot the annoyances of being compared to Nicholas Lindhurst a lot. Rodney from Only Fools And Horses. I might actually look like him if I had my skull stretched, but that's not top of my to do list.
(Robbish is twitching & salivating like with myxomatosis, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 10:35, Reply)

My Dad
Has been mistaken for David Bowie, twice.

Also when I was younger, when my female friends used to come round they did spend alot of time smiling and giggling at my dad and unable to speak to him.

I wish I had inherited his looks.
( Crap Little Monkey Deathstar, so good they built it twice, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 10:18, Reply)

mistook myself
Some years agao a friend of mine, we'll call her PB, (who lived a couple of thousand kilometers away) sent a photo of the two of us, her arm over my shoulder in some nightclub.

'Funny,' i think to myself, 'I don't recall PB's haircut like that. And for that matter, since when did i have an earring?'

She'd met a fellow who looked so much like me that even i was fooled.

Not the funniest thing ever, but as far as uncanny/surreal...nothing tops seeing your doppelganger hanging out with your pals.
(bumchutney, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 10:13, Reply)

some people have opined

that my sexual identity is a ghastly mistake.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 10:07, Reply)

"noone would want sex with you" [ie TV actress Caroline Quentin]
Quite wrong, rachelswipe's then-boyfriend.

"No one would want sex with you if you were really a therapist like in Kiss Me Kate, so you'd be kind of a mother figure".

even wronger.

"No one would want sex with you and the Vicar of Dibley (looking like she did that time when she was dolled up to meet the rich guy's bastard brother) at the same time".

so wrong I'm going to have to lie down and have a vigorous think about exactly how wrong it is.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 10:07, Reply)

Shotgun Wielding Maniac
Me and a few mates were walking through the woods one day after going to a beer festival the night before so as you can imagine we were not exactly with it.
Anyway, as we entered the woods a police helicopter was also flying into the woods but we thought nothing of it.
Until it started following us, well we thought it was but weren’t sure due to last nights heavy drinking, but we continued through the woods anyway. So we leave the woods and the second we get onto my mates street we get bundled into the back of a police car where we get accused of carrying a shotgun.
Apparently the white poster rolled up under my arm resembled a shotgun and our description matched 3 other guys who also happened to be down the woods with a shotgun. Then just to take the piss another 6 pig cars pull up, out if which came armed response officers with real guns and tasers ready to shoot the shit out of us.
Bloody idiots, have they nothing better to do. And no apology either. I hate pigs.

Don’t think sticking the V up the helicopter helped either.
(tedalaki - Like Purple Aki but better, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 9:57, Reply)

I once confused Mark Lamarr with Danny Wallace to his face
Mark Lamarr's face, not Danny Wallace's...he called me a twat.

For comparison:
(imagine you're in a dark club)

www.bbc.co.uk/northyorkshire/content/images/2006/12/14/cw_mark_lamar_400jpg_400x300.jpg

www.bbc.co.uk/biggerpicture/images/173/danny_wallace.jpg
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 9:20, Reply)

Grounded
When I were but 13, my father was a bus driver here in Exeter.
I arrived home from school one afternoon to one of the all time greatest bollockings of my young life.
I was grounded for 2 weeks on the spot. Why? you ask.
Simple, my father, while driving a bus, had seen me at the local shopping centre in uniform while I should have been in school. At least he thought he had. It wasn't me, in fact I knew exactly who it was, it was another kid called Richard who looked more than a little like me. I protested of course, I was a good lad (at that time) but to no avail, grounded I was for two weeks for bunking off of school when I'd never gone within a hundred feet of the front gate.
My own bloody father couldn't spot that the person in question wasn't his bloody son.
(The Cosmic Fool Became aware that the bird is indeed the word on, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 8:23, Reply)

Rudderless Hippies
A few years ago in some pub in Birmingham, some pissed up bloke spent about 3 hours convinced that I was his hero. But he couldn't tell me who his hero was. I was allegedy just "you know.... wossname. its you!"

So, rather than get into some sort of drubbing incident, I played along.

Everything I did caused him to crease up and laugh. Any shite joke. Some impropmtu puppet show using nothing but Wetherspoons menus. And the cunt was laughing.

At this point his mate told me who he though I was.

So, an hour of psuedo-hippy bullshit drivel later, I left.

To this day, the drunk probably thinks he spent the afternoon with Bill Bailey.



Note: I do have some resemeblence to Bill Bailey. I have a big gurning face, a stupid beard, and receding long hair.

Sadly, i'm about a foot taller that Mr. Bailey, and my hair is jet black (dyed, due to greyness), rather that a sort of greying dirty blonde.

I did meet BB once. He was entering somewhere carrying a guitar case, just as I was leaving carrying a bass-guitar case. I looked at him, he looked at me.
"Scary scary giant goth replica" spoke the man.
(coobeastie Used to Be in Evil Gazebo, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 5:28, Reply)

Oh OK...
I work with a bunch of guys who really aren't happy until they can think of someone you look vaguely like, then give you that person's name as a nickname.
I don't particularly look like anyone so for years I've managed to get away with being just me while Jerry (Seinfeld), Chopper (Read), Braithe (Anasta, a very obscure footballer in Australia), Diggler (as in Dirk) etc etc live their pathetic lives swaggering about the office slapping each other on the back, discussing rugby league and generally wondering why they have no luck whatsoever with the ladies.
Recently however, the leader of their sad pack decided he'd call me Elliot, as in Elliot Goblet, the goatee and glasses wearing comic. This was I'd decided to not shave that day and had what could if you squinted, be mistaken for a goatee.
Elliot Goblet, it should be pointed out, is about as funny as cancer and as ugly as a hatful of arseholes so this was NOT a name I wanted to be stuck with.
"Ha! With that van dyke beard you look like Elliot Goblet!" he announced, "Hey Elliot, how's it going!"
"And you, with your bald melon, piss poor dress sense, bad smell and giant beer gut, look like Shrek," I replied in a rare moment of having the right thing to say at the right time, "Hey Shrek, how's it going!"
Funnily enough he's gone back to using my real name and I've never used Shrek again.
It's the office version of mutually assured destruction.
( difficultchild, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 2:22, Reply)

You arsehole!
A uni lecturer of mine, not drunk at the time, decided I looked like Roy Keane and / or Niccolo Machiavelli.
I wasn't totally well pleased... Both are weird nipplehead troublemakers. Unlike me...
(Dan of the Crippled Nipples, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 2:21, Reply)

Possibly been said...
But I have, on numerous occasions, been mistaken for someone who gives a fuck.
( difficultchild, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 2:10, Reply)

"That guy from The Kooks"
About one in every three times I've been out for the last year, it doesn't matter where, almost always the fucking Kooks, sometimes the bloody View.

It doesn't help that they're, both, shite.
(jakesomething, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 1:12, Reply)

Once, just once, someone said that
I look like Rupert Brooke. In fact they had mistaken a photo of Brooke, asking my then other half "where did you get that old-style photo of giblet done?" I was rather chuffed about this and have mentioned it subsequently to lots of people, all of whom have compared my appearance to the same picture of the poet and said, "naaah".


Following that, a few years ago when the first Big Brother screened (2000?) I couldn't walk into a pub without some brainless wonder gawking and squawking, "bloody hell, Nasty Nick's just walked in!" Oh what fun it was returning to uni and having so many people looking at me, pausing, and then saying, "do you know who you look like?" Kept happening right through to Christmas, when everyone forgot about it in preparation for the holidays. Happy times. Bastards.
( S tr app y, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 0:09, Reply)

Several
I have been told I look like:
Timothy Claypole (hence the name)
Phil Mitchell (it used to have "a thin" before it, but alas no longer)
Sting (pre tantric unfortunatley)
Ian Beale (a Eastenders theme here?)
a French guy (possibly the most insulting out the lot)

The thing the makes me wonder though is that these people dont look like each other - so how can i look like them all?

The only person i have been mistaken for is this guy whose picture was in the Metro (newspaper) a while back. I saw a couple next to me keep looking up from their paper and nudging each other. I turned the page of my paper and there was a picture of my double. You may remember the case - there was a guy who was so drunk he mistook someone elses house for his home and was killed by the owner who thought it was burglar.
( claypole says gadzooks mofo!, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 23:45, Reply)

Damn OC
I used to have a lot of people start calling me Ryan when that tv thingummy The OC came out, I looked like that bastarding bastard in it....evidently called Ryan. Never saw it but someone showed me a picture in a magazine and had to admit that I did. Gimp. I went through college being called that by various idiots.

Also I apparantly looked like that gitchild that was Harry Potter when the first film came out. That wouldn't have been so bad except for two things - I didn't look like him (no glasses or anything), and I absolutely bastarding loath Harry Potter. Grrr.

First post, setting an angry trend for the future. Hurrah!
(Robbish is twitching & salivating like with myxomatosis, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 23:28, Reply)

a drug dealer
apparently!
went to wakestock festival and over the 3 days i was asked for:

cocaine 6 times
pills (non specific) 3 times
cannabis far too many times
( m-a-t-t -- formerly mini hasn't been on here for EVER!, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 23:19, Reply)

More a case of confirmed identity.
I was at a tube station, somewhat drunk at around midnight. There were the traditional East Central Line midnight crew, the chavs with the trophies for the night, the wannabe WAGs and the complete pissheads (one of whom I am proud, nay, honoured to be).
One of the pissheads looked familiar, so I went over to see who he was. I didn't quite recognise him, but I sparked up conversation anyway (rule 78.b of the London Underground. You don't talk to anyone else, unless you're pissed. Even if you are pissed, they need to be exactly equipissed.)
This fellow then rambles on about how depressed he is, he wants to get into a fight, he's pissed off, his life is a dead end, etc. and I think "balls." I've got another 20 minutes of this before I get home.
Desperate to get out of this sticky situation I ask "Errm, are you ** from *******?"
"Yes I am mate! But I want to die."

20 more fucking minutes.
(Toucan - http://www.titmonday.com, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 23:10, Reply)

I met...
..my doppleganger. Couldn't be bothered to fight him to the death, as etiquette demands.

I spent the whole evening putting up with my mates elbowing me and nodding in dopplegangers direction, saying 'he looks just like you!'

Whenever I happened to glance in dopplegangers direction, his mates were elbowing him and obviously saying the same thing while he rolled his eyes.

Fucking eerie.

Still, I found out that short-sleeve shirts look pretty good on me, and that yellow isn't really my colour.
(inflateable, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 22:53, Reply)

I've been told by a variety of people
that I look like "The guy from Keane, who sings and that" and also, Jim Morrison.

Guess which one I prefer.

Theres also a guy, where I live, who looks exactly like me, and yet we have never met, despite the vast amount of people we both evidently know who mistake us for one another.

Numerous times as a woman, when I had long hair and used to work the tills in my local cash and carry...

And once, by my good friend Raymond, as Hercules, because I had long wavy hair and had grown my beard.
( Mr.Ons knows you can hear him, Earthmen., Sun 3 Jun 2007, 22:50, Reply)

Little Demigod
My kid looks a little like me. Well, OK then, he now answers to 'Mini-me'. Mrs. God couldn't believe that two people could look so similar. We look like fairground mirrors together. Sort of - there's a taller fat one, and the shorter slim one.

I used to collect him on Friday nights from the nursery, before he went to school. The nursery was supposed to ask for ID, but they never seemed to ask me.

One night, I knocked on the door at my usual 6pm. A young lady I've never seen before opened the door. She took one look at me, and fell about laughing. When she recovered, she said 'Come this way, Mr God, he's through here'.

Naturally, I asked if she wasn't supposed to check ID. 'Oh yes!', she said, 'but everyone said to me that when Demigod's Dad arrived, I'd know who he was, because he looks just the same, only taller'.

So, not so much 'mistaken identity' as 'positively identified', I suppose. Sorry about that.
(purplegod counting down for Christmas!, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 21:53, Reply)

when i was a letting agent up in manchester
these two rather hot guys came in to rent a 2 bed house. all was going swimmingly until i asked for proof of earnings. "we're not allowed to release that info," one of them said.

now i've heard everything, i thought. i said firmly that i needed the info and sent them both packing to get a letter from their employer to confirm they earned over 20k a year. they said their employer was granada tv and they'd be back in a minute.

as they stepped outside, my colleagues surrounded me. "you stupid idiot, that's [mediocre actor X] and [loser actor Y] from corrie!" well, how the fuck was i supposed to know that?! i don't watch soaps, i have some sort of a life.

i did exactly the same thing with tina o'brien a couple of months later. mainly because i thought she was a child running away from home.

and then i spotted someone famous in the middle of didsbury, maybe he was in "cold feet" or something? he was hot too. i stalked him down the street, but then lost him. spent hours racking my brains - he was famous, i knew it.

the next day i went to boots to collect photos of some shitty tenant's shit strewn house. the famous guy was behind the photo counter there. THAT was why i recognised him. oh dear.

i would make a truly crap pap.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 21:52, Reply)

fucking dorothy from men behaving badly
after an awful greek hairdresser cut off a foot of hair and turned my hair into a helmet when i was about 19, i walked in from the hairdressers, fighting back the tears. my flatmates, who were watching "men behaving badly", fell about in hysterics, telling me i looked just like a (thinner and younger!) caroline quentin.

then they tried to tell me it was a compliment. as. fucking. if.

just as the thirteenth pint was calming me down and i was starting to believe that perhaps she wasn't that bad, caroline quentin started nagging martin clunes about why he didn't want sex. my then-boyfriend oswald hurled a cushion at the screen.

"it's because you're a fat, ugly cow you stupid bitch, noone would want sex with you," he howled. the room went very very quiet.

i considered suing him, the hairdresser, my flatmates, caroline quentin, her hairdresser, the bbc...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 21:46, Reply)

.
I wanked up a tree once
(isketchmaster, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 21:18, Reply)

A squid
Can you believe it? A bloody squid!
I was outraged at the clear ignorance of said person who mixed this up (a lowly octopi! ha!)

I was quite frankly shocked that someone could mistake the difference!

Those octopi can fuck off though, bloody twats.

Length? That's one of the reasons i'm damn well angry!
(River of Squid has a variety of lemons in his pocket, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 20:38, Reply)

David Beckham
While traveling in Ecuador on a boat to the Galapagos Islands an Ecaudaorain family thought I was David Beckham. I was flattered but just thought they were being polite to a white blonde haired westener.

I was on the plane back with them and had to pose for photographs on the plane and in the airport. Everybody else knew I wasn't Beckham, but they had none of it.

I look absolutley nothing like him. More like sloth from the goonies, but still it was nice of them.
(Eeevil You are losers, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 20:36, Reply)

Ricky whats his face
The guy from Kaiser chiefs. Which is a bit annoying.
(Seanus, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 19:09, Reply)

funny shaped head
i've often been told i have a funny shaped head, i'm a little sensetive about it actually, but really, i just have an unusually large flat bit at the back (at the top of my occipital).
anyway, on mentioning to my old flatmate that someone had told me i had a funny shaped head, and before i managed to get into the details, he responded with
*yes, you do look a bit like kryton don't you*

sob
(skankgirl, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 19:04, Reply)

LULZ
www.harry-potter-games.com/Images/voldemort2.jpg

I also once wastold by a friend that I look like Voldemort.
She was high at the time.


BTW: what's the code for adding pics?
(Bohine, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 18:27, Reply)

Bad one
I've been told I look like Ricky Gervais. I'm not all that happy about it, but I doubt he would be either. I think he would put it, I'm 'just a fat guy'.
( Rookie You'll have to speak up, I'm wearing a towel, Sun 3 Jun 2007, 17:49, Reply)