I was sitting on the train, on the way home from uni. Clearly I had had an early morning start - judging by the unbrushed hair and the fact that i had only one earring on. The carriage I was on was vacant, and at one stop a pack of middle age (35 yr old) drunk men got on. Of course, of all the seats they sat on, they had to choo choo choose the ones next to me :o) So, to appear as though I was clearly involved in something else, so as they would not talk to me, I opened one of my folders with my current photographic work in it. Bad idea. Now they were fascinated with my photography. I happened to have a portrait of this lady I had taken a while ago open. She is quite nice looking, blonde, green eyes, she's about 30. But, she does not resemble me in the least. Anyway, obviously this was not so to the drunken slobs, who insisted that the woman in the photo was me. I held it up for them next to my face, and they were in awe. Never had they seen such a great photo, and I should be proud. Clearly I am somewhat confused as to how they managed to get on the train if they were that drunk. Anyway, I take it as a compliment I suppose. :)