Good evening Rock City!
Back in '96 I was a student. One night, I went along to the local rock club to see a band called Skyscraper. I had interviewed the band earlier in the evening for the Student Union newspaper -- at the time, their album was one of my favourites and so I jumped at the chance to meet them. After the interview I wandered off to get some food and something to drink, and wound up in the bar next door where I spent the next few hours drinking and chatting up a couple of girls I knew.

Suddenly clocking the time, I left the bar and got back into the club just as Skyscraper were starting their first song. Ok, I'd missed the support act but I didn't know much about them so wasn't too bothered. The gig was great -- one of the girls followed me into the Club, so the two of us danced and sang along (actually, I did the singing as she didn't have a clue who they were), drank. Heavily.

After the set I saunter over to the merchandise kiosk and ask if it's possible to see someone from the band as I just wanted to congratulate them on such a great gig (actually, I wanted to be invited backstage to help them drink their rider) and this little guy came out. I hadn't met him earlier on, but he looked like the rythm guitarist so I start telling him how fantastic the show was.

Then I say "… and you played 'Love Sick!' That's my favourite song by you guys!" and I get this blank look in return.

"Erm…," he says, "I think you've mistaken me for somebody else. I'm Grant. I'm the singer in Feeder."

Bollocks.

Luckily, the girl I was with thought that the band we had seen was Feeder, so had bought one of their t-shirts. I point at her wearing it and say "Oh, you were great too, man -- my friend even bought your t-shirt, see?"

At that point he walked away, back to his band mates and beer. I can't say that I particularly blame him. Still, I got laid that evening so it wasn't all bad...
(mister_barfly, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:47, Reply)

John Hartson
The Welsh "footballer".
It was in Blaenau Ffestiniog & I had grown a ginger beard.
I am bald & quite broad anyway but not 6'4".
These 3 old blokes sat in a park thought I was & were pointing & shouting at me much to my gf's amusement.
( ERG1008 is climbing in yo windows & snatchin yo people up, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:46, Reply)

Several times now I've had drunken idiots in the pub point at me and go...
..."Hur hur Oi Jack Black hur hur!"

Perhaps it's time for a shave and a haircut.
( darth munki is flipping livid, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:28, Reply)

i often get mistaken
for someone who cares
( wjh31, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:28, Reply)

I got mistaken for david Beckham...
...When I was in China, which was really cool, I actually pulled a couple of birds as they too thought i looked like him...(they obviously knew i wasnt him but the thought was there).. the problem is - I look nothing like him...

I am skinny 6ft3in with spikey Dark brown hair, and I wear glasses. plus I dont look like beckham!

Im not talking about 1 or 2 people im taking dozens of people... I actually look more like Mr Bean, whom I was also quoted as being a look a like of whilst I was there....

Im not going to make a joke about length/girth, as i dont really get the joke to begin with... :S
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:25, Reply)

Is that all they see?
Being an overweight, dark-haired femail I get mistaken for any other overweight dark haired femail, particularly Dawn French (though not for many years) even though I look nothing like them. Its like nobody can see past that to anything else.
I was also reviewed (did a spot at a comedy night) in the local paper as 'like Jo Brand with a guitar, only funnier'. I look nothing like her and, alas, am not nearly as funny, although I probably sing better.
Finally, the place I get my hair cut puts up pictures of the newly sheared, shaved, plaited or coloured customers. I went in one day and there was a picture of me with deadlocks - except I have never had dreadlocks! It was freaky - I couldn't stop staring at the picture. I still wonder if I'll bump into her one day.
(misspiggy In danger of having to get a job, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:22, Reply)

Wasnt mistaken identity but..
I was recognised in the middle of Victoria station from the following description 'look out for an ugly Beckham'


6 years on I still dont know how to feel about this.
(The_Greyhound wrote www.luckymcdanger.blog.co.uk on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:22, Reply)

Oh dear
Simply put if you imagine Ralph Little, Spider from Coronation st and Richard Ashcroft all chipping in a bit of spunk to the petri dish then it is I, dear readers, who would be bred and born from such biological sludge.

I can qualify this by saying that the above likenesses have all been hollered at me from White vans at one stage or another, one white van man even had a row with his drivers mate over who I looked like more.
(The_Greyhound wrote www.luckymcdanger.blog.co.uk on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:20, Reply)

dirty ol' Jack
I'm a dead ringer for (young mind you) Jack Nicholson.

I'd heard this heaps - but was dubious. In japan I had the chance to put on a samarai outfit with the bald head topknot wigpiece and blow me down. With the bald bit like jack I had lots of 'here's Johnny' cracks. And I thought the japs thought we all looked the same.

Be interesting to see how it carries through into codgerdom.
( hismastersvice cunting flange-jammer, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:14, Reply)

Long hair
Again, back in the mid 90's my cousin and I both sported very long hair. ( Both male). Mine black and curly and half way down my back, and his long, straight and blonde. We were in a 70's cover band, on the way to a gig. We pulled up to a red light.

Another car pulled up beside us. Then it edged a little bit forward, then a bit further forward, ect, until this car full of guys could see our faces.

Then, the sideburns and male features were clear to see, their attempt to check out some potentially hot chicks had reached the worst possible outcome.

I can still picture the horror in their faces as they came to grips with the fact that they just did the edge forward at the lights thing to perve on a couple of blokes/guys/gents.
(JTR JTR, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:12, Reply)

Wrong band mate
Leeds Festival, several years ago...

A great day of bands had just ended with Metallica. As the crowds stumbled back to their tents in the dark, we wandered into a tent in the arena and settled down on the grass to watch a midnight showing of Donnie Darko.

It may have been the heat of that August summers day. Perhaps it was violent mosh pits he had experienced that evening. Or maybe it was the cocktail of alcohol and narcotics that Yan had consumed that day. Most probably, it was a combination of them all.

Looking around him and then squinting towards the screen at the front, he took a puff of the large jazz cigaratte he was holding and uttered the now infamous line,

"'ere, is this still Metallica?"
(osmouk, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:10, Reply)

Oi.. Carl! and other stories.
On a night out in Chesterfield I got punched in the back of head not once, but twice, by people who thought I was Carl.

I got asked for my autograph in Leeds by someone who thought I was Marlon from Emmerdale. Not happy about that one.

And I got off with two girls at once in a club by some girls who thought I was Sasha. I didn't confirm or deny, however they were very peeved when, moments later, Sasha appeared on stage. I can't say he looked loads like me, but he had the same shirt on.
(kidcamel is due to call your mum at, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:06, Reply)

Another story...
I got mistaken for a natural ginger...Oh the shame.
It was just a bad dye job.
(shellziimoo89, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:01, Reply)

My friend Lindsay
was dancing round the floor with some bloke at a music festival which we both happened to be at recently. I glanced up and saw this woman dancing past and thought to myself, "My god, that girl looks like what Lindsay will look like in about 10 years!"

It was actually Lindsay herself.

Fortunately I have had the good sense not to tell her this story!
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:54, Reply)

Your twistin my Melon MAN!
Just after his amazing win of celebrity big brother I was forever being mistaken for being Bez from the Happy Mondays.

Great
(Jimmy Large Is huffing Jenkem on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:54, Reply)

Panic!
Wen't to a fancy dress party as Alex from Clockwork Orange

Some 17yr old prick thought I'd come as the lead singer from Panic at the disco
( Insane Maniac musically inclined (about 45°), Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:50, Reply)

Long hair? Glasses?
Well, that's it then isn't it, if you've got long hair you look like everyone who's ever had long hair ever. Likewise if you wear glasses that's every spectacle wearer ever.

Jesus - pretty common, stand-up comedians loved picking on me for this one...

Teenage Fanclub - a video came on TV and my whole family decided I looked like the speccy one... I don't, I just had long hair and glasses.

Jim Morrison - Now, I don't mind this one, save for the fact that it was at a bus station, and the drunk guy decided to inform me of this by grabbing by shoulders and belting a rendition of 'Light My Fire' in my face... I thought he was going to try and rape me, it was only afterwards I realised what his intention was....

Louis Theroux - I got my long hair cut, therefore I now resemble uber-geek journalist Louis Theroux. OK... I can go with that just about...

But the icing on the cake, and the one that haunts me to this day....

BRIAN MAY.

BRIAN SODDING MAY.

I might as well give up living now.
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:50, Reply)

oops.
Back in the mid 90's I was a copywriter at an evil multi-national advertising agency. One day, after a boozy lunch I got back to the agency and decided it was time to take a slash/drain the dragon/syphon the python/splash the boots/ect.

(Maybe a comp idea, how many ways of phrasing taking a piss can we create).

I joined a fellow older, drunker(is that a word?) copywriter at the piss wall. I finished well before him and left the gents.
Little did I know the long time agency receptionist (about 55 years old) had been waitng outside to surprise Hank(the other writer). Her plan was to jump him from behind and give him a double rib tickle as he left the dunnies( I'm an Aussie).

I am the most ticlkish person in the world when it comes to rib tickling and recact very badly when it happens.

You guessed it, she jumped me, gave me a massive double rib tickle from behind. Imagine her surprise when I spun around and gave her a massive round house punch to the face.

She somehow reacted by crying and laughing at the same time, and explained I was not the intended target. I spent five minutes apologising and went back to my office rather sheepishly.

She was a good sport and we maintained a friendly relationship. (Not that kind of relationship you filthy minded freaks). The bruising was minimal, thankfully, and she told no-one. What a cool receptionist.

P.S. I'm drunk and may have overlooked some typo's.
(JTR JTR, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:48, Reply)

I've been compared ...
to several dark-haired celebrities (Winona Ryder, Catherine Zeta Jones, Katie Melua, a Charmed girl, etc) despite the only resemblance being dark hair.

But the one who keeps cropping up is Martine McCutcheon. People have done double takes. I've endured taxi drivers going on and on. I thought they were short-sighted or summat and friends delight in taking the piss.

Then playing a game with my three year old nephew, pointing at pictures in the paper.

Me:*pointing at the Queen* That's the Queen!
A: No it's a wady! (lady) She doesn't have a crown!
Me:*pointing at Martine* Who's that?
A: Medibot!!

Grr! Even my nephew is in on it!
(Medibot, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:40, Reply)

People always say.....
...how much I look like my mum, which I don't mind, because she's alright, but I always thought I looked more like my dad.

This was until I was looking for her in M&S recently, I spotted her, ran over to grab her, and walked full on into a mirror.

She was in the food department when I actually found her and she bought me a sandwich, so that was nice.
(Jugular, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:39, Reply)

So...
I was in 1st year of uni in Manchester, waiting at a cashpoint prior to going out. The bloke infront in the queue, obviously inhebriated, turn and points at me and the conversation proceeds thus:

Bloke: "it's you!!!"
Me: "is it?"
Bloke: "yeah its you. what's his name. from Withnail and I! Hey gary, doesn't he look like that bloke from Withnail And I?!"
Gary: "ohhh yeahhh! so he does!"

I assume he meant Jeremy Irons. Which is of course bollocks i look nothing like him at all.

The End.
( mr_wicksy is.... old., Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:38, Reply)

Insulting comparisons
In the past, though thankfully not for a while, I've been told I look (and worse, sound like) Mark Rhodes from reality TV farce and here today gone tomorrow Z list celebrity maker Pop Idol and some kiddies TV show. I don't.

However, this insult is topped by a work colleague insisting I look like another reality TV idiot and cockney Jeff Brazier, which I don't. Furthermore, he willingly shagged Jade Goody whereas I'd rather have sex with a jar of barbed wire and salt.
( abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:29, Reply)

looks are overrated anyway...
A couple of years ago there was a significant culmination in people who told me i was looking like Rowan Atkinsons (or more frequently actually like Mr Bean). When my then girlfriend heard about this, she slightly tilted her head, looked at me doubtfully and replied "I always thought you looked more like Kermit the frog."
Just in case you were wondering, i´m not green, or a Muppet at that.
(Boor, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:27, Reply)

Type O Negative
A fair few people that are into Rock/Metal like me called me "Mini Pete".

A reference to the Singer/Bass Guitarist from Type O Negative, for those not in the know.

The "Mini" bit doesn't actually mean I am a short arse, as I am 6ft. As Pete Steele is some insanely tall height like 6ft 7in. Hence, "Mini Pete".

One of the best occurences was one night I was waiting for a train to Manchester, with a crew of close compandre's to go out on the sauce at Jilly's.

One random passer by shouted "Good god, it's Rick Wakeman!!" (keyboard player from Yes) at one of my mates, due to him basically looking like a younger, 20 something Goth'd up Rick Wakeman. I can't believe we didn't think of it before, but he thought it was pretty cool.

One of my best mates is down as "Van Driesen" in a mates mobile phone. Due to the fact he likes 1970s prog rock and looks like the hippy teacher out of Beavis and Butthead. This mate's mobile phone has fictional names for everybody for some odd reason. He deems it to be a security measure if he loses his mobile phone. Weird....
(Panteneman Isn't entirely sure why he bothered on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:21, Reply)

Many people mistake me for
porn star John Holmes.

Until they realise my willy is too big.

Length - do you really have to ask?
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:56, Reply)

Someone once said to me
"You look like Tom Hanks"
I thought, that's not really a bad thing, til they added
"yeah, in that film where he's got AIDS"

I also get told I look like Micheal Stipe
Hasn't he got HIV too?

Gosh
( Hankster, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:53, Reply)

This lady is for turning...
It's Sunday, I'm at the pub quiz. Half the team haven't turned up, so we join forces with an older couple who are also missing a few team members.

The bloke proceeds to get a bit piddly and starts leering at my pal, much to the annoyance of his lady friend.

"You know wha'...?" he slurred, "you remind me of a young, more voluptuous Jodie Foster."

He carried on in this slightly creepy vein for a while until his partner huffily points at me and says "and who does *she* remind you of then?"

He pauses then delivered the first blow.

"Maggie Thatcher."

I choked on my pint. "What, from about 60 years ago, as a young woman?"

Then he hit me with the crullest blow of all.

"Nah, more recent."

In my darker moments I've been know to sit in front of the mirror, contemplating platic surgery just in case one iota of what he said was indeed true.

Then I generally give up and get pissed.

Length? 11 long years...
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:51, Reply)

My boyfriend
mistook me for a boy once. Does that count?
(Guaca the Mole, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 10:51, Reply)