Happens quite a bit actully
I get friends of mine say to me of an evening 'I saw you in town today, I waved/said hi/ etc/ but you must not have seen/heard me' When I was in fact at home ALL day.

The other week I was in the catering department at college (not the campus I go to) and the tutor there and I had this conversation:

Me: Hi, we're here to take some photos for the prospectus, that ok?
Him: Now where do I recognize you from?
Me: Um, I dunno
Him: Oh I know what it is, you look like her from the Scissor Sisters!
Me: heh, really? I'll take that as a complement.
Him: You Should do, I fancy the pants off her!

and there was a guy I went to primary school with in the class!


Also, ages ago when i was in year 8 or so I was on the bus going home. Said bus goes past a pub in one of the less elegant areas of town. A guy, clearly a little worse for wear gets on and sit next to ME (I always get the nutter, but that's another story). After a little bit of conversation where he weirds me out with insinuating comments (bearing in mind I'm about 12), he the then INSISTS that he recognizes me. He's convinced that I'm some famous actress and asks me repeatedly for my autograph. I'd never heard of her.

Oh, and an acquaintance once accused me of being in porn. It was scary, she did look just like me.


The ladies love a bit of length.
( Lizzy_Bee is a mac user now, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 17:16, Reply)

rachelswipe
Its the QOTW!
its far too early to go off topic.
please edit to make it relevant/much less tenuous.
Thankyouverymuch.
;-)


I once used my likeness to Gary Rhodes (tv chef) to pull.
I wandered up to a lass, and she pointed out said likeness, so I replied with 'I make a better breakfast than him'
She found out the next morning that this was, indeed, bollocks.
So we had extra sex.
(UnstableDan Bah, Humbug! ooooh, humbugs, nyom!, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 17:05, Reply)

well!!!!!
having just seen my story from last week described on the newsletter as a failed attempt to get a promotion, i can safely say that some b3ta mod somewhere has totally mistaken me for someone else.

i do not need to fall off a chair to get a promotion. i have much much more effective, sexy, sophisticated and low-cut/short skirted weapons and methods.

obviously i am talking about turning up to work very early, working my arse off, remembering the boss's grandmother's cat's birthday... not pressing my elbows together and forgetting to wear a bra...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:55, Reply)

A mate's ex we call Mir
Because she once had loads of russians inside her.
(rhyswynne - on every social network mullarkey known to man, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:44, Reply)

In 1998, I was at Cricklade carnival, my mother was wearing a black cardigan
for some reason I ran a little ahead and for some stupid reason thought my family/mother were infront of me, being a short kid I could only see my mum's arm with the black cardigan, I went up and grabbed hold of it. Looked up - ARGH! It was an old, creepy looking woman wearing exactly the same cardigan, I mean what were the chances!!?!?! Some stuff happened, matter was resolved, aplogies made etc.

What I remember best about that day though was little plastic footballs (promoting the world cup) that when you opened them they went: "whey-o, whey-o, whey-o, whey-ohhh, whey-o, whey-o, whey-o, whey-ohhh" Oh and my brother putting his anorack coat hood up, but it had been raining so it was full of water - oh the mirth that ensued.

Apologies for going off on a tangent
( St. Defenestration The REAL one, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:38, Reply)

How I didn't get punched....
We were on a big session in nice sedate Bath. We had gone out at 11am and were still caning it at 4pm when said incident occurred.

My mate Tom had gone to the Bar so I looked around to see if I could see my other two mates, Les and Steve. I saw Les at the fruit machine wearing his blue jumper, and being a friendly chap I thought I'd go over to say hello.

The first clue was that he didn't play fruit machines but I digress.

I snuck up behind Les, my old University mate, put one hand up his jumper to squeeze his man-teet; the other down the back of his jeans to squeeze his scrawny backside and put on my best John Inman accent to yell "ooooooh Hello!" while squeezing.

A shocked, frightened and angry stranger turned around to see who was sexually assaulting him - a lot of very prefuse apologies and backing off on my part to avoid a thoroughly deserved panneling - I turn round to see a confused looking Les sat at the table and my other two mates, who witnessed the assault, hyperventilating on the floor with laughter.

A sadder and wiser Guy.
(guyb9, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:36, Reply)

Bad Father
Now, in my defence, whilst I love Kite Jr dearly, I have to say all little babies look pretty much the same to me. Which explains why some years ago Mrs. Kite came into the cellar where I was working and looked at the photos I had on the wall - my folks, the dogs, someone else's child...

Im a bad bad Dad.

(a cock joke would be slightly uncomfortable after discussing children I feel)
(kitescreech still here, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:31, Reply)

I was walking through the local shopping center, ooh, about 8 or 9 years ago now, with my Mum and brother, when I stopped to do my lace or gaze at something in a shop window, I don't really remember. After a while I started to run after my Mum and after seeing her bright yellow raincoat attempted to hold her hand. After a while of feeling her resist my hand, I looked up and saw a middle aged man staring down at me with what can only be described as a look of complete horror on his face. I stared back with a similar look and started to slowly back away. He carried on looking at me so I ran away and found my Mum on her way out to the car park.


lengtheymabob
(littlenipple hate's bad grammar, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:28, Reply)

Back
in the early 80s I was standing around near Queen's University in Belfast waiting for my cousin to finish for the day so we could go for a swift one in the pub around the corner. As I'm waiting, a huge stretch limo pulls up and out gets Sir Richard Attenborough, who is speaking in the university that evening. He marches straight up to me with his hand outstretched, gives me a warm and vigorous handshake, hugs me, announces "absolutely marvellous to see you again, old man" and bustles off inside.
(Wong Fei-Hung - now with added flickr.com (see profile), Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:15, Reply)

Paid Podium boy
I used to be an 'avid fan' of clubbing, to the point where my 'zeal' would be apparent rather earlier than other peoples'.
Often first on the raised platforms, having it large, ravey davey style, regardless of how many other people were joining the collective.
So one time, I was in my envelope, in the zone, sizing up the white goods, throwing shapes in the church of dance, when this guy comes up to me.
"Excuse me, do you get paid to dance here?"
"Aw, that's a kind thing to say, nah, it's just for pleasure, just for me."

"Oh, right. (pauses) I'M NOT GAY SO DON'T TRY TO CHAT ME UP!"
And with that, he left.
(Countryslicker, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:10, Reply)

How to come quite close to getting your skull caved in....
We used to have a mate that resembled a shaved gorilla.... 7ft tall, a healthy miture of fat and muscle, and a penchant for reading the sport.

This lad worked digging up holes for the gas board, and thus had a habit of turning up where you worked if he was close by for a chat and swift pint.

...so one day, while plodding over to the nearby off-license for some smokes, I spy a large skin head seemingly looking for someone and I reactively shout the usual greeting:

"Ho! Ugly Fat Ginger Cunt!"

...it wasn't my mate
( BulldogUgly Visit my profile to see what's between my legs, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:05, Reply)

And another one...
A drunk person in a rather sweaty Cardiff nightclub once asked if I was Charlotte Church. Even though this was prior to her chub-phase, I still took offence to this and, in a moment of drunken brilliance, decided to answer his question by throwing my drink over the poor inebriated man.

He must have known then that I was not her -Charlotte Church would never have wasted a drink.
(superfran, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:04, Reply)

I've never been mistaken for Jeremy Clarkson
probably because we look nothing alike even when I shout 'Powwwwwer!'

In fact, there's a lot of people I don't look like if I'm to be completely honest

Insert cock in other hole etc
( sneep used to date Freddie Starr's hamster, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:04, Reply)

Embarrassing hug
Once, (I was only small, but it still makes me blush, even today) I was leaving playgroup, and all the parents were lined up across the room, and i squinted and saw mum there, in her red coat. I wanted to see if I could run all the way there with my eyes closed and give her a hug, so I tried.
I ran across the room, and leapt into the big red coat, and I looked up, and it was someone else's mum. She started laughing at me, as did mine who had jus tarrived wearing a blue top. I felt really stupid. One of the things that I still remember from that long ago. Must have been 11 years ago now...maybe 12...
( ClanSoul, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:59, Reply)

why i dont wave
My friends offen say things to me along the lines of "why didnt you say hi when you walked past?"

as such i have the reputation of being a unfriendly misrable cunt when im out and about.

It wasnt allways like this but after a considerable number of 'freaking out' random strangers who I enthusiastically shouted at/waved at/frantically run over to only to realise they were in fact not friends/family.

after one rather good looking young lady nearly pissed herself when i mistook her abject horror for recogntion and ran over.

me"oh. sorry i thought you looked like someone I know"

her"please dont hurt me"

I never greeted a 'friend' in the street again after that incident.
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:58, Reply)

The Cooper Temple Clause
I will forever raise a glass to the 5 kids at Reading festival last year (or was it the year before?) who on being told by my lairy girlfriend that "if you lot aint in a band then you fUggin well should be" replied by telling us they were indie band the Cooper Temple clause, had played the radio one stage a few hrs earlier and were due to fly to Leeds for the next days festival "soon". A very well conducted conversation followed for about an hour about NME, festivals, gigs in general and hair...they were bloody nice chaps and on getting back to our tent that evening we even managed to find some pictures of them in the festival program.

Then the next day we saw them again - had a bloody good laugh about being well and truly had. They were actors. from Oxford (or nearabouts). Bloody good actors.

Made our weekend - and they never stole anything off us.
(John Elton, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:56, Reply)

I'm stoned, so sorry if I ramble
I have been mistaken for or told I look like:-

Liam Gallagher
That nerdy bloke on the bus in Speed (who's from out of town).
Jamie Oliver
The male half of Everything but the girl.
George Clooney (actually, don't mind that one)
Shaggy (the scooby doo one)
A woman (not sure which one)
A gayer (by gayers and homophobes - the latter has got pretty nasty on occasion).
Some famous golfer by a drunk woman who couldn't believe I wasn't him. She wouldn't leave me alone for about 20 minutes and kept dragging people over and telling them. I have forgotten the golfers name (as I hate golf), but at the time I googled him and found out that he is short and blonde. I'm tall and dark.

You'll notice the common thread among these people is that none of them look remotely alike. The only one who I could say I have a passing resemblence to is Mr Clooney, but only cos of my height and hair.

I do have a mate though who looks a bit like Thom Yorke (but only a bit). We were out at a concert several years ago when he got the chance to make some Radiohead fans day by shaking his hand and giving an autograph.

And I used to know a guy at work who was the spit of Tom Cruise. He was a shy lad from Australia who hardly ever spoke to anyone. He was a nice chap, but a bit on the dull side (seem to remember he was a unix developer and would talk about it all the time).
So obviously we called him Tom for years, introduced him as Tom to every newbie or anyone at all if we were out, changed his phones outgoing call signature on the switchboard to Tom Cruise etc. It got to the point that the only people who knew his real name where the peeps who'd known him when he joined.


Remember kids, small hands make willies look bigger...
(EvilMeister, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:52, Reply)

i know this isn't quite right
but i once saw someone who was, i swear, Ray Liotta in drag.

But it actually turned out to be a coked-up-to-the-eyeballs Roisin Murphy from Moloko.

For my part, I have been told I look like Alison Goldfrapp and, more recently, Ana Matronic. Somewhere between the two, I reckon, on a good day, but never with their amazing wardrobes, more's the pity.
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:47, Reply)

er, forgot...
I get mistaken for my a couple of my housemates a lot (I don't mind - no uglies in our house), I think its the glasses...they make you look like every other person in the world who has glasses. I now understand how that whole Clark Kent/Superman thing works. In the past I've been compared to Daria (old MTV cartoon, I think its mint), also I used to often get random people coming up to me in the street saying "Carmen!! I havent seen you in ages..." etc. Wish my name was Carmen.
As well my other housemate (theres a lot of us, ok) is a jesus lookalike. Not in just a crap 'long hair with beard' kind of way, he proper looks like the Jesus in Passion of the Christ (which sucks, btw). He's mostly known as jesus, which provides much smartarse answers for when i'm accosted by god-botherers in the street... "Will you let jesus into your life??"
"Well, I let him in the front door the other day when he forgot his keys..."
(Ryuken-Kai, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:44, Reply)

English Rose, Welsh.....
Several people at university used to call me Michelle (not my name) - because I looked like Flick's sister in Neighbours apparently.

When in the country of my birth, I constantly get compared to Kate Winslet. I can deal with that, but I have nicer teeth. And would never call a child Mia.

The weirdest one though, is Charlotte Church - I don't look like her (except maybe in the breast department) and I don't sound like her. I've never even been to Wales. Still, was a useful thing for making the rubbish ex jealous, I suppose!
(Flutterby doesn't give a damn about her reputation, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:43, Reply)

haha
My boyfriend looks like Darius with long hair. Heh.
(Ryuken-Kai, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:36, Reply)

Everyone calls me jesus
'cause i have long brown hair and a beard

its so bad that sometimes when people call my real name and i dont hear, that when they shout jesus i instantly look at them

i should get it all cut off, that'd confuse the fuckers
(front_2_back is further inland from the coast than anyone else, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:32, Reply)

Old joke
This QOTW reminds me of an old playground joke from the late 1980's. For the non Brits and under 25's, an explanation provided below.

A bloke goes into a pub and orders a pint of bitter. He specifically asks for a head on his pint which he duly gets.
The punter asks the barman if he could keep an eye on his pint while he goes to the gents and the barman says no problem.
The bloke comes back from the gents and the pint is there but the head has gone.
"What happened to the head on my pint?!" he asks the barman, to which he replies, "Er well you see that large athletic looking lady over there? While you were in the gents she came over and farted on your pint which blew the head off it".
"Right" says the angry punter, "I'm going to have a word with her!"
He storms over to the lady and asks, "Excuse me, fart in my Whitbread?", she says, "No I'm Tessa Sanderson".

Bitter is a type of beer
Whitbread is a brand of bitter
Fatima Whitbread & Tessa Sanderson were British Olympic javelin throwers in the 1980's
That is the joke
( abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:30, Reply)

I've been told I'm the spitting image
of one of the proclaimers. Only amusing thing this has generated was at a workmates recent wedding. While 'I would walk 500 miles' was playing I am captured on video clearly audible above the music screaming at the groom, 'I know, Now f*ck off'
I've no idea what the groom actually said to me but have to assume it was along the lines of 'Oh yeah, you do look like one of the proclaimers'!
( sneep used to date Freddie Starr's hamster, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:12, Reply)

Recently...
Some chavvy kids at Gatwick Airport (probably off to Magaluf or Ibiza) shouted 'LOOK! THERE'S WAYNE ROONEY'S GIRLFRIEND!'. I turned round to see where she was (and possibly befriend her and get her to pay for my duty free) and they were pointing at me.

Oh, the shame.
(superfran, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:12, Reply)

I don't look like
Keith Gillespie. Well not *really*.
But they guy who thought I did was a twat anyway.

I do bear a remarkable resemblence to another chap at my boat club though. Although I have to say he's much prettier and more of an hit with teh ladies.

Oh and Bert from Seasame Street. I think it's the eyebrow thing.


Ps - There's a lecturer in a certain physical sceience based department of a certain University in Warwickshire that looks like the love child of Martin Clunes and George W Bush. Honest to Allah.
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 15:08, Reply)

The bastard son
of Dave Gilmour of Pink Floyd.

Hm.
( Fathter Puddytat Kill Kill dat widdle boid is mine on, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 14:59, Reply)

Never even think about it anymore...
...I get asked for pills and powders by strangers all the time on nights out, partly because of the establishments I frequent, but mostly because of my big blue eyes - they really are Jeff Fahey big. Unless you pay close attention to my pupils, it seems that I permanently look as if I'm off my tits.

And no, they're not drug-induced, they're genetic so ner.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 14:57, Reply)

Not me but my girlfriend.
Mistaken for Betty Curse. Made my day :)
(fuckitall out of here, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 14:57, Reply)