Once, just once, someone said that
I look like Rupert Brooke. In fact they had mistaken a photo of Brooke, asking my then other half "where did you get that old-style photo of giblet done?" I was rather chuffed about this and have mentioned it subsequently to lots of people, all of whom have compared my appearance to the same picture of the poet and said, "naaah".


Following that, a few years ago when the first Big Brother screened (2000?) I couldn't walk into a pub without some brainless wonder gawking and squawking, "bloody hell, Nasty Nick's just walked in!" Oh what fun it was returning to uni and having so many people looking at me, pausing, and then saying, "do you know who you look like?" Kept happening right through to Christmas, when everyone forgot about it in preparation for the holidays. Happy times. Bastards.
( S tr app y, Mon 4 Jun 2007, 0:09, Reply)