It happens almost every day.

I encounter a stranger, maybe on the street or perhaps in the supermarket. They ask my name. With a James Bond deliberateness I intone "Evans ... Bob Evans".  Upon hearing the name a spark of recognition fills their eyes.

Could this be my moment at last? Could this finally be the recognition and fame that the old woman with the tea leaves and peculiar warts predicted so long ago? Perhaps there will even be a request for an autograph.

"Yeah!" they say, "Aren't you the guy with the restaurant?".

Sigh. "No. I'm not THAT Bob Evans.", I inform them.

The glimmer of excitement fades from their faces.

Yeah, it happens almost every day.

I am also NOT the rock'n'roll Bob Evans from Perth, Australia who has a bazillion videos on YouTube - the hair should be a give away. It's interesting to note that his real name is Kevin Mitchell, but he has chosen "Bob Evans" as a stage name, pointing out the obvious class and distinction the name carries with it and his apparent desire for the name recognition that goes with adopting it.

I'm also not any of the following world famous Bob Evans that you may have mistaken me for. Feel free to puruse this list and know that in every case I am categorically NOT that Bob Evans.

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