Not quite, it was actually Matt who'd stolen my sunglasses and put them on then sat behind me. Scary, scary likeness.
Me: "bitch bitch whine I'm never going to get laid again" stylee ballex
Matt: I would, but you have to ask Beth first.
Me [to Beth]: We-ell, he does kinda look like Thom Yorke...
Matt: I could wear the glasses and try not to smile...
It would be cute if it wasn't so very very wrong.