Years ago, I went to the vet with Bill The Cat to check up on the aftermath of an abscess on his face. Whilst sitting there, minding our own business, a man came in with a ginger dog.
The ginger dog excitedly came over to sniff at Bill's carrier and make friends. Bill turned his face away and flicked The Ear Of Disdain.
I glanced in ginger dog's owner's direction and did that sort of speechless apology expression.
The ginger dog's owner looked at me like I was something he had trodden in. He had no need to be rude but fine, I didn't really want to interact anyway. I was just trying to be polite despite the fact his dog had harassed my cat.
And then I observed, "Hang on. He looks like James Nesbitt. But he's got too much hair."
A few minutes passed. And then ginger dog owner happened to speak to the receptionist. I didn't take notice of what he said but I thought "He sounds like James Nesbitt. But he's got too much hair."
I did google it when I got home. Apparently, James Nesbitt lived in the vicinity of that vet. And had recently had a hair transplant.