People in the street often confuse me for Dylan Ettinger. They stop and point, say "Hey. Ain't you - ?" A couple times I've signed autographs, just to get rid of irksome town-centre stalkers.
Nope, I'm not Dylan Ettinger. I'm a bit skinnier than him, but I understand why people sometimes get us mixed up.
It's flattering, of course, but a bit of a drag when you're out eating a meal with your wife.
Anyway, here's the real Dylan Ettinger. I doubt if anyone confuses him for me.