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Last night whilst I was talking to my sister, she laughed and said "Oh, sorry (I wasn't listening), Ned was doing a Tom Hanks impersonation".
Ned is my nephew. He's six.
Why is he impersonating Tom Hanks? Why does he know who Tom Hanks is?
I've included a photograph here of Ned, to demonstrate his lack of resemblance to TH. He's more like the extra cast member of Lost...

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KHH said…
Have you forgotten Tom Hanks in Cast Away?? A close resemblance to the plot line of Lost....
5:51 pm
Georgie George said…
Am still waiting for some more information about the alleged impersonation, but inclined to view it as a positive (using imagination) more than a negative (Why Tom Hanks? Why not impersonate someone I like?)
12:44 pm
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