Lots of people seem to have mistaken the qotw page as a place for self-aggrandisement and a clamouring for approval from peers rather than an area for entering details of things that are related to the qotw.

It seems to have happened on every qotw too! How bizarre!
() do bears shit on the wooden pope?, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:44, Reply)

Got Glasses?
I wear glasses. I can accept this fact now. After 22 years of having these ocular assistants clinging to my ears, I can just about deal with the fact that I will never be a fast-jet pilot like in Top-Gun, nor will I ever be an Air Traffic Controller.

I’m at peace with that.

But some people… Some people with the wit, intelligence and ability of your average garden snail, think it’s hi-fucking-larious to point out the fact that, because I wear glasses, I look like the following:

Austin Powers
Harry Potter
Joe 90

Honestly. I only look like Harry Potter a little bit. Except for the fact that I’m not naked and molesting horses.

Well, not now, anyway.

Some kind of length/wand joke should go here, but I can’t be bothered.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:40, Reply)

My 6 month old baby girl....
....constantly seems to mistake me for a suitable storage place for barf, urine, dribble and the nuclear monstrosity that is 'baby poo'.

Kids eh, gotta love em.

Length, NIL! Girth, NIL! Odour....gags.....indeedy. Clean clothes? Nope.
( The Pollitt chooses to listen to Enya on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:38, Reply)

Alaberma
I originally come from the Canadian province of Alberta. My parents had some friends who went on a road trip down through the US.

Once while they were somewhere in the south, they were sleeping in their camper (that's what you guys call RVs, right?) for the night. They were awoken from sleep by bright lights outside and someone on a bullhorn telling them to come out with their hands up. Their vehicle was surrounded by the police.

So they came outside and followed instructions. After a few minutes, one of the cops looked at their licence plate, and...

"Oh, Alberta! We thought y'all was from Alabama."

And they were released.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:36, Reply)

On a train
After work, one Friday night, travelling north to be with the beau I got it again from yet another drunken wag:

"Hey, did you know you look like Harry Hill? Hey, everyone, it's Harry Hill! Ha Ha Ha"

I didn't have the heart to tell the cunt he was a dead spit of Barry Chuckle.
(Chickenwire social lubricator extraordinaire, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:35, Reply)

Mistaken identity of myself
One time I walked into the club I always go to, and looked around to see who was already there. Oh look, there's my friend Grant, there's Paul, there's me, there's Amber.

Wait, what?

There was a guy who looked identical to me in my opinion. His hair was longer and he was dressed in shabby grey clothes, but he pretty well looked like me. I can't get over how I glanced at him and automatically thought "Yep, there's me." You can't see yourself except in a mirror or picture.

After I built up the courage I walked up to him and said "Are you me from the future?" I spent the rest of the night wondering what event he came back in time to stop. Well, the night ended uneventfully, so thank you, future me!
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:31, Reply)

Jugular
I'm sure I used to go out with you.

Didn't I?
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:30, Reply)

Uses for mistaken identity
If I fancy someone, I go up to them and mistakenly identify them as one of my exes. It's works surprisingly well as a chat up ploy.

So, having not seen your picture before Rob, can I just say....

....you're Al aren't you? We used to go out.

;)

----------------------------------------------

The only person I have been mistaken for is Linzie Dawn Mackenzie, who is a very chav porn star. She must look quite different in her day wear, because having seen her work, we're not very alike looks-wise, other than the boobs, possibly
(Jugular, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:27, Reply)

I mistake people on purpose.....
...no, really.

I drive somwhere within the region of 75,000 miles a year so i have to find things to do in order to keep myself amused. So i do this....

...wait till i'm in a 30-zone (slower speeds make for extended confusion) and then, when i see an oncoming car i flash my headlights and wave and smile frantically at the occupants of said oncoming vehicle!

9/10 times they wave back!

I then sit back safe in the knowledge that the rest of their journey will be taken up by them wondering who the hell the bloke in the Capri was!

Bliss.

Oh, also try driving past a crowd and shouting "DAVE". The law of averages says that if the crowd is big enough then at least one of them has to be called Dave.

Length, none. Girth..very little. Confusion, oh yeah!

Click i like this because you know full and well you're gonna try it on the way home.
( The Pollitt chooses to listen to Enya on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:25, Reply)

we cant all be good at noticing things
lately, i kept seeing this guy round town who i recognised from a course i did in another city, never got chance to say hello properly as he was always on the other side of the road or a bus or something, but after about the 6th time, i started to think he must have moved here.... Eventually, i ran into him in my local pub, walking past on my way back from the bar, I stopped, we exchanged pleasantries, and I asked him what he was doing in sheffield, as you would.... only to get a very confused look, followed by an explanation that he was doing a course here, as he'd told me when we met in the first week. not only had i failed to notice he looked identical to someone i used to know when i met him, i'd also failed to remember meeting him. oops......
highly embarassed, i wondered back to my table, where my housemate was giggling, not at my stupidity, but because apparrantly him and his 3 friends had been staring at my chest the whole time i was by their table. I'd failed to notice that too obviously......
(skankgirl, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:17, Reply)

Not really mistaken, just a very bad pick up line.
In a bar a couple of years back: A bloke had been staring at me for a while and he finally approached me. He looked at me, smiled and said "You look just like Uma Thurman, but you're much uglier".

He then seemed to think that I was his for the night, but the only company he got in his trousers was my beer.
(Saratron, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:09, Reply)

Mistaken for a gayer...
I am often mistaken for a gayer, dunno why.

Anyway, was in a gay bar in canal street (that could have something to do with it) and this big asian fella made some proposition that i didn't quite understand.

"Sorry mate, i'm not gay" was my reply.

"you will be when i've finished with you" was his very worrying reply...
( ogwen69 has returned from Reddit, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:07, Reply)

Walking through Sheffield
years ago when I was at university. I spotted a familiar face walking towards me down a busy street. Thinking it must be someone from my home town, being new to the city but not too far away from home I smiled and said hello as I walked passed. A bit of a Crocodile Dundee* 2 moment.

The chap gave me rather a puzzled look and I carried on walking. Three steps later I realised I'd just been a tad too familiar with Arthur Scargill*

*you might have to ask your parents

Length? Undoubtably. It was a loud cheerful singing doorbell type of hello.
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:03, Reply)

Harry feckin Potter
The facts: Im male, have brown hair, and wear glasses.
This was sufficient for my work-mates to say that I looked uncannily like Harry Potter.
I argued that I was older, didnt have a crappy haircut, and that my glasses weren't of the free-on-the-NHS variety.

Did it make a difference? Did it hell. To this day a few of them still call me 'Harry'.

Bastards.
(Kezmo, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:02, Reply)

Oh the Shame!
I was mistaken for Peter Crouch in a London nightclub, by a rather pretty young lady. Unfortunately she turned out to be a massive Southampton supporter and spent what seemed like forever telling me I was a bastard for leaving Southampton to go to Liverpool. Thankfully I had the perfect excuse to beat a hasty retreat when my sister phoned me to say she'd been kidnapped by my housemate.
(lankymike, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:58, Reply)

i have been compared to Rupert Brooke
the war poet.

sadly he died many years ago, so i can only compare to a photo of him.
( Thor_sonofodin has done things, terrible things on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:56, Reply)

I have been referred to as a
cult


on many occasion.

(mis-heard?)
(UnstableDan Bah, Humbug! ooooh, humbugs, nyom!, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:52, Reply)

Very mistaken
When i was at uni i had long hair, and not in a good way, it was down to my waist almost. I was an obvious rocker/metaller. I was a hit with the ladies. My mate Malcy who I normally hung around with during the day called me one day to tell me his housemate, a girl, had said to him, "I saw you today near the Engineering building - but I have to say that girl you were with was a bit of a pig!".

Mistaken as an ugly girl. I was speechless really.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:52, Reply)

I have lost count of the times that I have been mistaken for a woman
(I'm most definatly not.*checks* nope, definatly not.)

Although I do have very long hair in rather good condition, which might account for some of it, a few occasions are recounted here for your delictation:

1) At a foam party a 40 year old bloke came up to me and put his arm round my waist. I politly told him "I'm really not your type" and proceded to avoid his advances for a good two more minutes before he said "you're a bloke aint ya?" and dissappeared into the foam.

2) Another similar occasion where a drunken student tried to dance with me before taking a second look and saying "Do you have a penis?" to which I replied "yes"

3) Rocky Horror - once to see the show, once to a rocky horror night in a club, both times trying to be a bad transvestite, both times looking not only convincing but also hot. Not my opinion, but what I was told by many people in that club.

Add to this all the times when my girlfiend and I have been mistaken for lesbians, and other assorted "excuse me miss/love" moments.

Lessons I have learned from this? well, I look better in a dress than most girls but there is no way I'd wear one all the time.

Length? Well obviously they didn't think I had any at first...
(Mr._Pickles, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:48, Reply)

Rats on Helium
I was drunk with my girlfriend on a pier on the Isle of Wight a few years ago (the in-laws retired there) and we jumped into one of those "take your photo and make it look like a pencil drawing" booths, hitting the 'light pencil etching' option.

After a short while there was a disconcerting squeaking, squealing and scratching noises coming from outside the booth; like rats on helium.

On exiting we were surrounded by a half-dozen tween-ager girls who were hanging around on the off-chance that it was cold-blooded, left-footed, money-throttling paddy popster RONAN KEATING in the booth.
(skitster, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:43, Reply)

Alex?
Last summer at the opening of the Exeter festival, my wife, my best friend, my dawgs and I were at the quay for the grand opening, when I was approached by what appeared to be a homeless gentleman with a slightly creepy grin who shouted 'Alex!, I haven't seen you in ages!'
Me: "My name's not Alex"
Him: "don't be daft"
Me: "No really, I'm not Alex and I don't know you"
Him: "I swear you look just like him......can I have a quid?"
Me: (words to the effect of) "Please leave my presence before a horrible fate befalls you"
(The Cosmic Fool Became aware that the bird is indeed the word on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:22, Reply)

Mistaken for a girl. And for a homosexual.
I'm a straight bloke, nearly six feet tall, slightly receding hairline, fairly hirsute, slimmish and lacking moobs. However I have been mistaken for a girl.

I should however say that it was many years ago, when I was only about 10 and I was in an optician's with my younger sister, wearing a yellow cagoule(!) with the hood up and zipped right up so only my youthful cherubic face was showing.

"Goodbye, girls", was the farewell from the receptionist. I was mortified.

My sister got good mileage from it though.

I have also been mistaken once for a homosexual, which perturbed me a bit. But I explained politely to the bloke that I didn't bat for his team, so I am still, and intend to remain, "Virginia Bottomley", so to speak.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:21, Reply)

A mix...
...of Pat Sharp [I don't see it],
occasionally Prince William [I don't see it]
and if I'm really unlucky Jimmy Neutron.
Don't see that one either.

Insert your own Funhouse jokes here.
(Exploding. Plastic. Inevitable. failed to see the light on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:19, Reply)

I have
been mistaken as a bar steward before. At least, that's what I think she said, I am somewhat hard of hearing.


Ohhh ho ho ho ho
( Kroney, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:17, Reply)

Fran Healy
from Travis, apparantly. But it doesn't always rain on me. Mostly because I didn't lie when I was 17.
(Mozchops ... just not in the face, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:11, Reply)

first they came for the communists...

...and I had to explain that I wasn't a communist, I was just scruffy. Then they came for the Jews, and apparently I also looked Jewish! Then they came for the mentally ill, and I was like 'OK, now you're being insulting'. Then they came for me, and I was like 'finally!'.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 9:07, Reply)

Stephen Tompkinson...
...I swore long ago that if I hear another fucking Father Clifford gag then people are going to die.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 8:57, Reply)

Other end of the taxi problem
I've been on the receiving end of a taxi incident like Creamy Discharge's story below (although I've never been on the receiving end of creamy discharge, thankfully). I was on the way to a gig with our drummer, who at that time had a Ford Sierra. He decided he needed some food (he's a fat wee bugger) and so we stopped at a fish and chip shop in Grangemouth. He suggested that I drive, so he could fully appreciate his lard-soaked delicacy, so I got into the driving seat when he was in the chippy.

Next thing I knew, a drunk woman was getting into the car with shopping bags - "King Street!" she said. I replied that she was mistaken and that she had not actually entered a Hackney carriage for hire. My mate at this time was watching this from the chippy and wondering wtf was going on. Anyway, I eventually got the message through and she struggled out, only to come in again two minutes later, telling me that the car was actally a taxi and that I was wrong.

I told her to fuck off this time, and she seemed to get the message.

I think it must be the fumes from the refinery - Grangemouthers are an odd bunch!
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 8:56, Reply)

My ex
once mistood me for someone who gave a shit.

That will be all
(Danny Fishcharge Half arsed, smart arsed, on & off a lard arse sinc, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 8:54, Reply)