Faces. And a misconception

I'm up in town, just for a change, and, as well as it being very busy (or maybe because it was so busy, law of averages, and all that!), there's been plenty of eye candy on view again. Some have been more notable than others, though, for a variety of reasons. It began as I made my way out of Vauxhall station, heading for my first bus of the day - there was a boy of 10 or 11 who threw me back more than 40 years in a heartbeat, because he bore such a close resemblance to one of my best friends when I was that kind of age. I hadn't thought about Paul for, literally, decades until that moment - we lost touch after going to different senior schools - but this morning's boy brought back quite a few nice memories. The 'resemblance' theme has characterised the whole day, really - the cutest boy I've seen today looked more than a little like Jonathan Scott-Taylor as he was in Damien - Omen 2, albeit a fair-haired version (the actor's natural hair colour, from what I've read), while a few minutes ago in my 'London local' I saw a girl in her late teens who looked very like one of our group of friends that used to socialise at weekends when we were doing our A-Levels. The other face that really made an impression was seen while I was on the bus coming down here - a heartmeltingly cute little boy (and I mean little, he couldn't have been more than 5, and I mean cute in 'Grandma-speak, not 'boylover-speak'!), who most certainly wouldn't have looked out of place on a chocolate box!
The titular misconception happened towards the end of last night's session in Camden, when one of our number - and the youngest member of our staff - referred to me as 'a nice guy'. I might be a lot of things, but 'nice' isn't one of them! Put it down to the callowness of youth, or a bit too much alcohol, or probably both!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B