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...