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There is a Dr. Who exhibition on in Kelvingrove museum. Perhaps unsurprisingly the exhibit is sold out when we arrive on Easter Monday. But there are still people in costumes wandering around the entrance, for photo opportunities anyway. One of them sees the two girls I am with and makes a lunge towards them. His hands are outstretched as though he is about to grope the pair of them in his lecherous charge. But as he gets closer, he brings his arms down, and whips on a broad smile, and in the broadest Scottish accent ever asks which one of us is the “fan”. By which we are bemused. N is wearing a band t-shirt with a cat picture, “So, you like cats?” he asks trying another tactic. “Um, it’s a band shirt, maybe the band likes cats?” she replies to him, her tone all WTF? This impersonator is by turns sleazy and amusing, and the girls end up getting their picture taken with him in front of the TARDIS anyway, but Sleazy Tom remains a joke for the rest of the day.