Maureen O’Hara, 1954
The most ludicrously untrue compliment I have ever received was when I was talking to a French man on a bus in Paris (he was in his sixties and had visited Ireland as a teenager) and he told me I looked like Maureen O’Hara.
Not even close.
(Obviously it would be nice if I did, mind you).
It made me appreciate the man in Japan who told me I looked like Angelina Jolie. Which – to be clear – I also don’t. But at least my hair and eyes are similar colours.