Where I live there are a lot of lookalikes.

I have recently seen Robert Mugabe getting on a bus with his shopping; looking thoughtful, Lenin stacking shelves in Sainsburys; looking relaxed, gone ginger and having put on weight.

Down the hill is an elderly man who is the spit of the late Emperor Franz Josef of Austria Hungary – who, although he has laid down the burden of absolute power in favour of erecting a trellis, continues to drive two Mercedes cars – one silver, one blue. Presumably one for Austria and one for Hungary.