Right, this isn't about the books or films or anything like that.
I've never been compared to the boy wizard all my life, that's until this weekend when 4 different people compared me in looks to him. This occured in various drinking holes in Leicester.
I don't actually look like the prodigal wand botherer do I?
Should I embrace this? perhaps glue a stuffed owl to my shoulder and ridearound on a broomstick.
DiScuss it or something...