Glad you brought that up. Years ago when I finally grew weary of dealing with the receding hair line debacle, we went into the back yard and I told the woman of the house 'woman of the house! Help me get shed of this disagreeable, malaise a top me head.' And her, never being the kind to argue, commenced with the task.
I went into the house, peaked, with somewhat apprehension, terrified at what might lie before me, into the bathroom mirror, and low and behold, Sean Connery was looking back at me.
Relieved at not beholding that which an active imagination had produced in my mind, I immediately went into my Sean Connery impersonation. I can do a real good Jimmy Stewart and Marlon Brando to.
Whoa! We're having way to much fun now!