Back in 1966-7 a little boy asked me for my autograph on the basis that I was Rolf Harris (!). When I declined on the reasonable grounds that I wasn't, and that he wouldn't have been shifting scaffolding off Daddy's lorry on a Sunday, he howled, so at his mother's request I complied. More recently, I have been mistaken for Sean Connery, and even worked on a short of Shcottish accshent, but there is now a key difference between us: I am still alive.
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