It wasn’t until Patrick Anson (aka “Patrick Lichfield”, “5th Earl of Lichfield“) died recently that I realised that he and Anthony Armstrong-Jones (aka “Lord Snowdon”, “First Earl of Snowdon“) were two distinct people, taking photographs and doing very nicely out of their royal connections.
Today’s mission, should you choose to accept it, PooterGeekers, is to share with the rest of us the names of two prominent public figures who remained merged in your mind as one for an embarrassingly long time. (I still can’t remember which of the Gallagher brothers can’t sing and which one can’t write songs—they’re just one single lump, fused at the monobrow to me.)
How many Dimbleblys are there? I lost count long ago.
Perhaps it really is only two or three, but just seems like a lot more.
Those Fiennes people are confusing too.
I can never remember which one it is that can’t act and which one it is that only has three fingers or something.
My mum can’t tell the difference between Robert de Niro and Al Pacino. That’s at least understandable compared to an earlier confusion seperating Gene Wilder and Richard Prior.
Sophie Raworth and Anne Boleyn.
I can’t think why – perhaps it’s the 6 digits on one hand thing – though I’d still do either of them, obviously, despite the minor disfigurement. Or both, for that matter….
For more on that Sophie slow striptease to ‘Hi-Ho-Silver Lining, follow the link:
http://rswipe.blogspot.com/2005/11/praise-lavished-on-bbc-booze-24-launch.html
Roberta
Never mind the Dimblebys and Feinneses, what about the McGanns? Is anyone out there apart from their closest relatives conscious of each and every one of them as a discrete personality?
Ralph Fiennes decorated my living room.
Check it out.
Roberta xxx
(He shags like a wilderbeast in a trance too….)
Sorry, I forget you have active links:
Check it out:
http://rswipe.blogspot.com/2005/10/ralph-fiennes-is_27.html
Roberta
(I was kidding about the shagging, BTW…he’s shit.)
Rutherford Aris!
http://www.nytimes.com/glogin?URI=http://www.nytimes.com/2005/11/20/national/20aris.html&OP=22236980Q2FelSaeoc_nAccWQ3FeQ3FQ7BQ7BieggeQ3FQ7Be6rWQ2Fc6rseQ3FQ7BrAQ2FnQ5EQ23Wxs
(And I agree with you on those photographers. I wasn’t aware of there being two of them, and thought it very tactful of everyone to leave Princess Margaret out of the obits.)
(The Rutherford Aris thing is in “Nota bene” in aldaily.com, for those who don’t want to copy and past that horrid url. )
I know what you mean about not being able to tell the McGanns apart. It’s like that film, isn’t it? You know – the one where they found two female actors who looked very much like Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon and they pretended they were Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis dressed up as women to avoid the mob and then one of the women dressed up as yet another Tony Curtis and went around in a yachting blazer and said “dobody toiks loik dat” and then pretended to be unmoved by her before getting off with Marilyn Monroe and the little guy with the boat says to the woman pretending to be Jack Lemmon dressed as a woman “well, nobody’s perfect” and then that’s the end of the film – remember it? I can’t remember what it was called, for the life of me, but it made me piss myself at the time…
Love on ya,
Roberta
I assume that not knowing which is Ant and which is Dec doesn’t really fall into the same category? But is instead something I should take great pride in?
For a long time my wife had a problem with Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing. “Which one was in Star Wars?” “Um, Peter Cushing was in proper Star Wars but Christopher Lee was in the prequels” “But they’re the same person, with the same head, playing the same character” “Errr”. An intensive course of Hammer Horror films (thank you late night BBC) eventually sorted things out.
Real-life embarrassment here – someone wrote to my boss recently to point out that the photo adorning our recent tribute to the late 1940s actress Phyllis Calvert actually depicted her contemporary Margaretta Scott.
The official excuse blamed “our picture editor” (actually me) for cropping off the wrong person from a picture of the two of them. The fact that I’d not only seen the film in question but also at least half a dozen other P.Calvert vehicles very very recently gives me even less wiggle room when it comes to excuses.
(While I’m in confessional mode, I should probably add that I initially looked up the link by typing Fanny Bi Gaslight, the kind of typo that reveals a little too much for comfort…)
Has anyone ever seen Robert Robinson and Ned Sherrin in the same room?
I have a lot of people telling me my legs look just like Cyd Charisse’s. Judge for yourselves:
http://rswipe.blogspot.com/2005/11/part-two-of-our-exclusive-cut-out-and.html
(I think mine might be a little longer, but hey…!)
Love on ya,
Roberta
xxx
….or GMTV news anchor Cordelia Stretchmark and French chanteuse Jane Birkin, for that matter:
http://rswipe.blogspot.com/2005/11/praise-lavished-on-bbc-booze-24-launch.html
I think she’s wasted on that show, the minx!
xxx
Roberta
Toniblair and Sir Alex Ferguson.
Definitely Robert DeNiro and Al Pacino
I’d also say I had a lot of trouble in my mind separating Sheena Easton and Isla St. Clair…but maybe thats just me.
I always used to have trouble distinguishing actress Helen Mirren from a poisonous and evil Russian secret agent (female, naturally) I was having a fling with after brain cell decimating vodka and frozen bombay duck evenings down the local Communist Party HQ. Turns out, of course, after reading this:
http://rswipe.blogspot.com/2005/11/helen-mirren-to-lead-new-nasa-seti.html
that they were one and the bloody same person! Good job they were both called Helen, is all I can say!
xxx
Roberta
Elizabeth Taylor and Jackie Collins. I don’t know why.