Back in the days when WetWetWet were a regular feature on Top of the Pops (and back in the days of TOTP obviously) my friend Stu was regularly hounded for Marti Pellow's autograph... Stu was very cute and had spikey black hair but looked nothing like the singer, I think he enjoyed the attention though. HotHotHot!
I, on the other hand, seem to have been 'blessed' with a random collection of mismatched photofit features and pretty much wait for the moment when any new acquaintance triumphantly says "Do you know who you remind me of?" (that's a phrase that always strikes fear into my heart... mainly because it proves my invisibility device needs new batteries again!) and then reveals the name of some completely random woman who also has dark eyes and hair... there never seems to be much overlap between the unusual suspects (except that they do have eyes and hair, obviously) apart from the colouring.
I did once get asked for an autograph too though, mistaken for Julie Walters by a merry myopic couple in a Spanish bar shortly after the film "Educating Rita" (already kind of an old film by then) had finished showing on the TV. What's the protocol for these situations, I should have asked Stu when I had the chance? I figured they had enjoyed happy hour enough not to notice that I had signed my own name on their serviette and made a sharp exit. I look nothing like her either... eeeerrrrrrrr
Except for today. Belatedly inspired by Olympic Fever (everything takes it's own sweet time to get to North Wales!) I bent over to tickle the cat with a gymnastic flourish this morning and did my back in. I passed the hall mirror and was struck really forcibly by the resemblance to Ms Walters in another role entirely. Yes, that's right, Mrs Overall - enjoy...