Noel Coward, sort of
Long time ago when me and a gang of about a dozen mates did a fancy dress, raising money for chariddy thing. We were all into Newman and Badiel at the time and it was thought that, as I could do the voice and the mannerisms, I should go dressed up as Jarvis: seedy gentleman kerb crawler.
I got the smoking jacket, gelled back my hair, painted my fingernails black and smoked mini cigars.
I looked a twat actually.
Throughout the evening, people were coming up to and saying "Who are you then?". After explaining about a million times (I don't think that the pub population of my wee Yorkshire town understood such high brow humour) I gave up the whole charade. Then in the nightclub that we had wound our way to, some drunken chap wobbled up to me and said: "You're Noel Coward!" to which my reply was, "Yes, yes I am..."
Never again am I doing the fancy dress thing. We had a cowboy themed Christmas do at work once and I just wore all black and told people I was Johnny Cash.
(Ghostlight, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 13:17, Reply)