Have you ever had people come up to you and say "Oh! Don't you look like 'So-and-so'!"
Sometimes it's meant as a compliment and sometimes it's downright evil. Nonetheless, thanks to Tanda (who commented somewhere else on another blog), my mind has started collecting all the famous faces I have been accused of emulating, over the years.
In rough order, if I can manage it then:
Up until about 16 my mother used to tell me how I looked soooo like Lena Zavaroni. Thanks, mum.
Soon after that a couple of very nice friends at senior school decided to name me Crystal, of Crystal Tips and Alastair. I tell ya, my hair has never done what it was told. At least, I admit, it was the time when metal hair combs were the fashion. I couldn't use them - they just bent - it even became a party trick of mine.
Tidying it didn't really help - that involved practically gluing it down and only got me compared to Princess Anne. I never, ever owned a Hermes headscarf; promise.
Thankfully, along came Maureen Lipman and while the first series of Agony lasted on TV I was for once more than happy to be told how much I look like someone. Her character, Jane Lucas, was funny and droll and she was a female star with brains; pretty rare stuff, then. I could definitely live with that. So, Maureen, if you ever find this post (haha I can hope) and you are related to the Russian Jewish George family who settled in North Wales - then, coooee!
In my early twenties I took my angst out on my hair, tried to go blonde, which didn't work but left me with this translucent copper coloured stuff on my head - I kid you not - it was see-through like the synthetic angelhair you can buy for Christmas trees, but orange.
I cut it all very short and toned it down to mere ginger and spent a year or so working through the copper and chestnut shades to get back down to normal. What you said I looked like depended on how kind you were but Lennox and Manilow were the main two comparisons.
The Manilow joke stuck around a while longer on account of my eventual first marriage (what was I thinking? I blame hair dye chemicals going to the brain,) but was superceded by Ex's insistent remarks that I looked more like Ken Dodd. At the time that was dreadfully wounding because darling Ex couldn't really find anything to bitch about apart from my overbite, so he was mercilessly persistent in that. Actually I think Ken Dodd is a sweetie, and there's a solid family name connection in the not too distant past that I only discovered quite recently, so evil-bastard-ex may turn out to be not too far off the mark, after all. But that's another story.
Its OK, most people were still making (do still make) the Maureen Lipman connection. Its an honour, but there are days I wish I looked more like Annie Lennox (I am sure the only point of comparison was the cropped ginger hair) or, if I could choose anybody to look like it would be....
Jamie Lee Curtis. Sadly no-one has ever made that comparison, and if they did, they'd be lying through their teeth.
So, the whole point of this post was Tanda's comment over on Wulfweard, bless her.
I get days, moreso in the winter when I look in the mirror and think 'Aargh, bloody hell, it's Dot Cotton.'
But no, apparently, according to Tanda of the perfect china doll features, I compare to Jacqueline Pearce, aka Servalan off Blakes 7.
Yes! If I have to be compared to anybody, then I guess an oversexed dominatrix who likes to toy with her prey will do nicely, thank you very much. Result!