Yes. Ben Mills is the spitting image of me, and he was on X-Factor in 2006.
At the time, I had hair the same length, hadn’t had a TV for years, and worked in a club, occasionally shrugging when people told me “You look like that dude from x-factor”. Fast forward to December, not long after he’s been eliminated, I’m out for a friends birthday in Nottingham. Bloke comes over to the table, sticks his hand out, and responds to my blank look with “Ben, you really didn’t deserve to get kicked off”.
It takes a few similar walk ups for me to work out who Ben Mills is and what X-Factor is. Friends catch on, and in every pub look for people gawping at me, detouring by them on the way to the bar to loudly ask each other “What did Ben want?”
Later, I’m peeing and the guy at the next urinal glances over, screams “IT’S BEN FROM X-FACTOR!” and in seconds, about a dozen guys surround me, pumping their fists over my head chanting “you’re sh*t and you know you are”. Only time I’ve actually peed myself laughing.
(Edit: oops, edited swears)