3 times
I have been mistaken for Sir Paul Fucking McCartney. But oh no, not the current one, the YOUNG Paul McCartney. Once at Watford train station, once in San Francisco by a drunk guy and once by 80's singer Paul Young (we were in Yates in watford where he played sometimes on sundays in his shitty country band). All of them on first glance thought I was actually the living embodiment of Paul Mccartney circa 1967.

Not one of them even slightly considered the consequences of the damage to the space time continuum that could have been caused had I actually been the young Paul McCartney in 2007 and existing in the same timeline as the real old one. It makes me really angry.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Thu 31 May 2007, 16:03, Reply)