Foam party...
I've been told I look like Dennis Wise and used to get harassed about it during his Chelsea years.

But, the foam party. First ever holiday sans parents, in Tenerife with 11 other mates from school. One of the organised events was a foam party.

After much alcohol consumption the foam finally starts and my buddies and I start getting into the spirit of it. Jumping around getting soapy. Not much later I'm bopping around topless and covered in foam having lost everyone else, when I spy my friend Kozzi shouting at the foam cannon operators. He was also covered in foam and topless so I bound over and with a cheeky laugh rub bellies (sp?) with him.

The look on the other guy's face instantly conveyed that it most certainly wasn't my mate and the ensuing conversation went thus:

Dr_F: "You're not Kozzi."
Random Stranger: "No."
Dr_F: "Sorry."
*thinks* "fuck."

Just how do you leave with dignity after that?

Length? It was hidden in the foam.
(Dr_Faustus filius of a femina canis, Thu 31 May 2007, 17:26, Reply)

Walking down Princes St.
I got a gaggle of shrieking 8 year old girls run up to me, pointing, squealing "ZOMG! ITS RON WEASLEY. LOL"

They then realised I wasn't.

The End.
( Brims Spurts., Thu 31 May 2007, 17:26, Reply)

Far too often
I get mistaken for someone who read the previous answers.

I didn't!

Edited to remove same joke everyone else pulled
(Biff..., Thu 31 May 2007, 17:23, Reply)

Strangely,
Eddie Izzard. I look nothing* like him

*ok, maybe a little...
(Urban Hermit Exit, pursued by a bear on, Thu 31 May 2007, 17:20, Reply)

on a good day...
...Cate Blanchett.

On a bad day, Sarah Jessica Parker.

On a very bad day, Will Ferrell in a wig.
(no way hose is staring unemployment in the face on, Thu 31 May 2007, 17:18, Reply)

Signor Fagiolo
A week into our honeymoon, my new wife and I were sunbathing on a beach near Venice, Italy.
I went to go and get us both an ice-cream and passed a group of italian kids playing on the beach who started pointing at me and shouting out: "Mr Bean, Mr Bean, Mr Bean!"
Quite upset, I went and sat back down next to my wife and said
"I can't believe that group of kids think I look like Mr Bean", to which she casually replied, as if the whole world knew and I was the last to find out.

"My whole family think you look like Mr Bean."

and I always thought I was more like noel gallagher
(twistngo, Thu 31 May 2007, 17:17, Reply)

Gross
Forgot the worst:
My mother often says that I look like Nicholas Cage. In the same breath, she will say how sexy she thinks Nicholas Cage is. I find this very disturbing.
(chase, Thu 31 May 2007, 17:13, Reply)

Not me, but I wish it had been...
When I was very young I went to a small college from '81 to '83. At that point the legal drinking age in New York was 18, so the campus was pretty much awash in cheap beer.

So one night two guys were rather trashed and went into the girls' floor of the dorm and entered the room of two girls they kinda knew, although not well. The bolder of the two climbed into a bed with a girl, expecting her to wake up and pound on him in outrage- after all, this was just a prank.

To his surprise she put her arm around him and kissed him.

Well, as things tend to go, they got very hot and heavy very quickly, and they had a very nice shag.

As the sweat was cooling and they were catching their breath, she ran her hand through his hair and said, "Andrew, where are your glasses?"

"What glasses? I don't wear glasses."

"You're not Andrew!!"

And indeed he wasn't her boyfriend Andrew.

Hilarity ensued.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 31 May 2007, 17:11, Reply)

bable-bashers in town....
walking through town: Quite often it's been Shrewsbury... and a nut holding a bible more or less throws himself at me and exclaims "Jesus!!!"

Standard answer..

"erm no, I'm Humpty, Jesus is dead. Go home".
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Thu 31 May 2007, 17:10, Reply)

Forward Russia!
Coming home one day I was approached by a gaggle of scene kids who asked me if I was "Him out of Forward Russia?"

I then had a look on their website and bugger me, I do look vaguely like their bassist. Or how he'd look if he was 15 years older and liked pies.
Pity the band are shit.
(Big D, Thu 31 May 2007, 17:04, Reply)

Spaniard
I'm a tall skinny guy, originally of English and German descent.

I've been told by a few people that I look like the guy who holds up the restaurant at the beginning and end of "Pulp Fiction" (i.e. Honey Bunny's boyfriend).

However, when in Strasbourg (about a stone's throw from Germany) and said to the waitress in broken French "I don't speak much French - my friend does but she popped out to find a cash machine" she immediately concluded that I must be a Spaniard. Which I found odd.

Also, was walking with a friend when we passed a school he attended when he was little, so we popped in to look around. He is a tall, thin black man. All the children shouted in unison "Michael Jordan!!". Did even one of them see me and yell "Larry Bird!" or the name of another white basketball player? Hrmph.

unfunnyPosts++
(chase, Thu 31 May 2007, 17:02, Reply)

Jack Bloody Dee
If I had a pound for every time some drunken bathturd has mistaken me for Jack Dee,

I'd,

I'd,

I'd have about enough for a pint...
(Mr_B, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:55, Reply)

MC Hammer
This one actually makes me angry - did then, does now....

I worked, briefly, in a Frozen Chicken place (Padleys, in case you're wondering) - it was shit. Full of redneck inbreeds and students.

The students you could deal with, we're all there for the summer and the money.

The rednecks were thick as pigshit.

(Can you tell, this annoys me?)

Anyway - Whenever I'd go in to do my glamarous job of packing chicken (!), I'd walk past a line of morons with their dead chickens (I think they were stripping the feathers off or something).

At which point, they'd start singing something along the lines of "here comes the Hammer, etc" - It got real old, real quick - then everyone started doing it.

Funny, it wasn't.

I mean, I look nothing like him and they clearly did it because I was the only "black fella" in the building (and they'd probably never seen one before).

I lasted 2 weeks before I got on a plane and spent 2 months in Mauritius dossing about instead.

(Angry? You've no idea.)
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:51, Reply)

no body famous
I was unfortunate enough to share not a face but a name with a local pshyco and arch criminal. Oh did I get a right kicking when he was convicted for rape and sentenced to four years, pointing out that the right bloke was
1, In prison
2, Of African extreaction while I am a somewhat, ginger white bloke
didn't seem to get through the heads of some of the locals. mind you these people once beat up a local doctor when they found out he was a peadeotrican (ie. kid doctor) as they thought that was a kind of nonce (ie. kid fiddler)
Newport I am ever glad I moved.
(The kneeling rifleman Is slowly getting there.., Thu 31 May 2007, 16:49, Reply)

I am who I am.
Weirdest one was being mistaken for myself.

Someone I met at a party once told me I looked like golddust who they used to go to school with. Of course I looked like him, I was him! However I always hated this person at school and wasn't sure if I would be the recipient of taunting/beating/respect if they knew it was me so I simply replied "really? Nah, not heard of him.".
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:47, Reply)

Rod stewart / martin from coronation street

My ex's mum thought i looked like Rod Stewart, while my ex thinks i looked like Martin out of coronation street - Rod i can handle but having the shame of being married to my frog looking soap wife is shameful. However all is saved as its been acknowledged that i am a spit for some local disk jock in the Kent area - james as in james and ali. see here www.invictafm.com/Sectional.asp?id=392

perhaps ali will offer a nosh?
(japper, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:45, Reply)

Mustang Sally
When i was 19 or so, i had long blonde hair. Unfortunately i was temping in a factory/warehouse and kept having Mustang Sally sung to me.

After a couple of days i asked why everyone liked that song so much - apparently i looked like the facially challenged Andrew Strong from the Commitments - the bit where his hair goes everywhere and his face proper screws up as he finds some soul. They thought it was hilarious.

I have also recently been liked to Hiro off Heroes. I am kind of pleased as he is cool, but i don't have an eastern bone in my body - i just wear glasses.
( bazza van der trance , ooh baby baby, baby baby. Get up on this., Thu 31 May 2007, 16:44, Reply)

I would walk 500 miles.
I was once mistaken for one of the proclaimers. To be fair I had somehow managed to end up with both the glasses and the haircut for it, yet I'd never really heard of them as it was in the period that was after them being successful but before them being retro cool.

I contemplated being rude to the chap who was convinced I was a proclaimer as it was not a title I particularly wanted.... then he bought me a pint, so I kept my mouth shut.

Ironically years later I ended up being in the front row of a small proclaimers gig near my apartment in Sydney during the Rugby world cup in 2003. By that time I no longer looked like one of them so was denied the opporunity for a proclaimers triplets photo :(
(golddust QOTW now revolves around being a cunt, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:41, Reply)

Artists rendering
While reading my local paper a few years ago I saw an artists rendering of a man wanted for attempting to kidnap a woman. Damn, I thought, it looks a lot like me.

Several days later I got a visit at home by a detective inquiring about my whereabouts on the day of the crime.

Being a law-abiding (well, maybe except for thievery) citizen gainfully employed as a (shit job) security guard, I was able to provide an alibi for the time in question.

I admitted to seeing the drawing and thinking how much it looked like me and asked who had put him onto me. He wouldn't say. (probably a "friend?")

I asked him to please notify this friend/person/asshole that it was not me, as I didn't want it going around I was a possible stalker/kidnapper/rapist. I assume he did.
(barrycounty, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:38, Reply)

Rockshots nightclub, Newcastle Upon Tyne
I was chatting and generally minding my own business when someone pinched my arse. I turned round to see a girl who's smile quickly turned to horror as she realised she'd pinched the wrong arse. She turned and ran off while my then girlfriend laughed at me.

Later that same night, the same thing happened but this time it was a bloke who did the pinching. This caused my then girlfriend to laugh even more than before and to tell all her mates about it.

I don't know if I'm well hung from the back but I guess I might have an arse that attracts both persuasions.
( abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:37, Reply)

take that Shane !
Some years ago I was sitting in Mcd*nalds with my friend and his girlfriend 'enjoying' a Big Mac meal (Fillet 'O' Fish for the lady…) and chatting leisurely about Quantum Physics and the like.
Suddenly from behind me a shrill voice exclaimed the immortal words: "Take That Shane!",
and proceeded to tip an extra large bucket of Fanta over my head.

Now my name's not Shane...

As the ice dripped slowly down my spine and sticky orange fizz beaded from my hair into my food, I turned around to face a triumphant looking 13 year old girl and her spotty accomplice chortling at me.

"What in the name of Hamburgler are you playing at?" I politely enquired*

As she realised her blunder, and that I was not in fact "Shane" her face contorted into some awful little piggy fizgog and she replied:

"Fuck off"

Yes dear readers, that was her apology.
I must admit I am slightly ashamed of running out in the street after the little tykes with two large Sprites and launching them (unsuccessfully) at them in front of several horrified shoppers.

Way I see it, this Shane character owes me BIG TIME.





*Words to that effect, only louder, more sweary and less burger franchise orientated.

Length? - Supersize...
(wrigglesworth, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:31, Reply)

not mistaken identity as such
last summer at my grandfather's 90th birthday party, I saw my "favourite" aunt and godmother. I hadn't seen her for possibly 8 years.

First thing she says to me?

"you look like brian macfadden"*

thanks a fucking bunch

*I don't look like brian macfadden
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:31, Reply)

Costner or not Costner
I used to work in the WH Smiths computer games desk with a crazy old Polish lady called Gerta who used to insist I looked like Kevin Costner.

Every customer she turned to for reassurance would shake their head, pull a face and admit I looked nothing like him. But it never stopped her.

I mean, I'm black for a start.
(evilpenguin Ur polar bears r wel gay, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:30, Reply)

Your (sort of) Beautiful
Whilst camping away in Cornwall, my big brother was repeatedly mistaken for James Blunt.
During the first week he found it quite amusing, if not a little disturbing.
By the second week he was so pissed off with it he got drunk, signed a few autographs, acted like a twat and gave poor old Blunty a very bad name! (Well, worse than it is already)

My mates mum says I look like a young Frank Skinner. Lucky me.
(FerretTrout be illin', Thu 31 May 2007, 16:27, Reply)

Jarvis Cocker and Mister Tumnas [sic]
though in fact I look like neither of these.
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:27, Reply)

I have long hair...
so some people think I'm a woman. And I'm not. It's generally old gimmers that do but the other day at the Mc Donalds drive thru some young berk called me 'luv'.
(dogspoo, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:24, Reply)

Chuggers (Charity Muggers) are always stopping me in the street.
Apparently they mistake me for someone who gives a shit.
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:23, Reply)

ahem...
Due to the obvious hugeness of my cock, it has often been thought by women that i am actually a burmese python, or something not unlike the legendary sea monster known as the Hydra*.

This has led to certain occasions where muscle bound women attempt to hack off my bellend, only to have twelve more shoot out and overpower said herculean women.


true.




*minus the scales...well, a few anyway.
(Snailfighter Mk VIII MASTER of the bits underneath the ledges on fences, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:13, Reply)

Awkward pint.
I saw a bloke in the street who I hadn't seen for yonks.
"Hey Dan, what you up to? Long time no see".
"Going for a pint" he said.
"Cool, I'll join you"

Got to the pub, he bought me a pint and as I took it from him my face dropped.

"You're not Dan"

"Yes I am"

Not the Dan I knew but someone else who looked like him and was called Dan. He'd even bought me a pint and must have been racking his brains as to who the hell I was.

That was the most awkward pint I've ever had. I left after necking it, didn't even buy him one back.
(quedge, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:12, Reply)

I get called Marlon
all the time.

Like as in Marlon Dingle.

Its not as if i look anything like him, except for being a tall streak of piss with dark hair.
And I do cook lots.
But I havent got a mrs who looks like Donna.
Else Id be up her now.
not here.
posting this shite.


Bejingas, you too eh?
(UnstableDan Bah, Humbug! ooooh, humbugs, nyom!, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:11, Reply)