.... "the lads" and I are fairly sure that my team (Scunthorpe United) has become a second-income-providing hotbed for musicians. For example, we currently have Tom Waits in midfield and Lenny Kravitz up front....

I was once approached in Whelans Bar in Dublin by someone who was convinced I was Josh Homme from QOTSA, who had played a gig in town that night and had supposedly been spotted in Whelans the night before. My denials were dismissed one by one and the chap even insisted on having his picture taken with me.

It shames me to say that afterwards I had to go home to look him up! As it turns out I wasn't too displeased with the comparison! In fact, another time, I was in town when QOTSA were playing in the Olympia and I intentionally walked past the venue at about half seven to see if I would get a reaction. It worked.

Lately though, some people have compared me to Guy Garvey. My lookalike evolution from Josh Homme to Guy Garvey tells you all you need to know about my recent dietary habits! Brendan Gleeson is probably a pie or two away!

for Graham Coxon. I told him I wasn't but the guy was so persistent that, in the end, I signed his t-shirt as 'Graham' just to get rid of him.

My dad was constantly mistaken for Andre Previn and, funnily enough, he ended up signing autographs as 'Andre' just to get rid of people too.

http://www.wordmagazine.co.uk/content/your-celebrity-doppelgaenger

(not that I'm discouraging this one, particularly if it contains Graham Coxon and Josh Homme lookalikes, just thought you'd be interested).

FWIW, here's my answer: Kate Winslet.
http://www.wordmagazine.co.uk/content/your-celebrity-doppelgaenger#comme...

Wayne Coyne, Michael Hutchence and Ali McCoist. At varying times in my life.

Someone suggested that I looked like Macca.

Less so now due to a lack of hair (dyed or otherwise), glasses and a belly that you couldnt get eating Linda McCartney sausages.

Probably more Homer Simpson now....

Elton Fekkin John (by a street artist in Chisinau, the capital of Moldova) ... i was on a football trip ... i came home resolved to lose some weight

My Dad was the double of Alistair Sim.

Although my mother was of the opinion he was more like Ray Milland.

There is a photo of my brother attending a wedding in 1970. He's sporting long hair, a droopy 'tache and round glasses. He looks astonishingly like a podgier John Lennon. (And not just because of the accoutrements)

I look like Barbapapa...

for reasons that defy any explanation. In addition to not really looking like him, I've never worn a pair of leather trousers or performed semi-mystical lyrics to adoring crowds and I possess the charisma of a house brick. My poetry, however, is utterly rotten. In recent years I've put on a bit of suet, so fat-era Jimbo might be more likely. Unfortunately, there has been no sign of adoring young women throwing themselves at me.

I'll be getting mistaken for Van Morrison.

The only consolation is I'll be able to tell people to "Feck off" and they'll just go "Yeah, I thought he'd say that..."

Several people are convinced by the fact we have never been seen together...

...Peter Sellers and Hank Marvin (not all at the same time). Not recently, though.

I've morphed from Paul Young through Paul Stewart (ex Spurs player) to Steve McQueen (according to others, but the Paul Young one was uncanny in my 20s).

(Then not now) at the local Indian restuarant - "Wasn't that you on the television this afternoon Mr. Essex?"
"Ahh yes possibly" I'd say, with an enigmatic smile.... got cheap curries for years after they realised their mistake

Hugh Dennis. It was so uncanny that it even unnerved me. Especially in Argos with a bank of 20 tellies all showing me on Call my Bluff.

Post inevitable head shave, I am now The Pub Landlord.

I am much more comfortable with my current look.

see my twitter profile @drilltime.
I know..

When I went to a Clash concert 3 decades ago, someone asked me if I was Joey Ramone. To be fair, I was a bit of a lookalike. I'm now more like an older, more corpulent and wrecked Van Morrison but with a pervert moustache.

...Richie B of this parish said I was getting increasingly like Colin Meloy out-of-off-of The Decemberists. In fact, when Reno Dakota graced us at a London mingle, I dragged him outside for a Meloy-off.

It's fair to say that fruity drinks had been taken, by me at least. I'm the grinning fucking idiot in the red shirt.

However, no-one's actually demanded an autograph. I think Mr Meloy would have to put on about 3 stone and sell about 6 billion more records before that happens.

morphing into Woody Allen as my hair went west and my jowls started to head south.

.....many years back. On the plastic pitch at Hyde Utd's ground. Approached by a group of local urchins convinced I was Norman Whiteside. I'd love to say it was the sublime goal I scored with the outside of my foot into the top corner that caused their confusion, but suspect it was the portly, post-career, timber-carrying Norman they were thinking of. I'm a little ashamed to say I didn't point out their error. Keep 'em guessing....