This happened. For real. In a rather lovely, bit swish, hotel bar. Early evening. Drunk Guy: You look a bit like that one from Blur Waiter: *Politely* Which one Sir? Drunk Guy: The one that looks like you. That's the easiest way to remember it. Waiter: The one who... Drunk Guy: *Interrupts* Like Peter Crouch. You look like Peter Crouch. Waiter: Oh. I'm a bit offended. Drunk Guy's Girlfriend: *Slurs* But you've got a really, really fit wife. Waiter: Except, I haven't. I am not Peter. I don't have a wife. I am eighteen. Drunk Guy: Yeah, you look like ...
Who is actually a Mum of two, and didn't think her blog name through.