People used to think I was my mother's younger brother. My mother had me young and, just to brag, she was darned hot right up until the cancer hit in her late 30s. I inherited my father's "looking 30 at 14" features, which was handy when it came to underage drinking in England. However, this did lead to one guy thinking that my mother and I were dating. I looked at her and said, "Well, it makes a change from being your brother". The look on his face when she said, "Actually, this is my son", was priceless. I was about 18, I think.