How honest is your dial?

Here's a chunk from Limmy's blog. Limmy will be famous soon and you can say I told you so. Anyway. . here's the snippet.

I was watching evil Katie Hopkins on The Apprentice last night, and it struck me that not only does she act very much like someone I know, but looks them too.
That’s happened a few times, that, where I’ve met someone who not only looks like someone else I know, but has an almost identical personality.

I've been saying this for years. They say 'you can't judge a book by the cover', well, a lot of times you bloody well can! I think there's a DEFINITE correlation between what people look like and what they are inside. Now, after forty years on the planet, I'm even more sure of it. Facial characteristics often match character traits. And without doubt, sexual orientation. I mean, KD Lang! 'Nuff said.

If you look at someone's face, you can make a good guess about them. Are they arty and sensitive, or boorish and uncouth? I bet if you made a guess you'd be right most of the time. They could do a study on it! (but they wouldn't because once you start saying people with certain shaped chins/noses/eyes etc are a certain type, then you have to go on to test hair colour, then skin colour, and it opens a big can of worms best left alone). Look at the actors that get the same kind of work on telly, playing villains. That's because they have villainous faces. I think it's there and it's real.
Imagine if they found out, scientifically, that people with shifty eyes actually committed more petty thefts than people with normal eyes. That would be something wouldn't it? Imagine if they found jug eared people were more disposed to arson than any other ear type. You could arrest all the wing-nuts after there was a dodgy fire, and interview them purely on the fact they've got sticky out ears.

Seriously though, I do think there's something in it.

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Life is so strange these days. No gas work, just playing and teaching. I'm still working at the music school, I have my own private pupils, I play every other Thursday, I play Fridays at the Posh Bar/Restaurant, Sundays at the country club, and most Saturdays for weddings. Weekdays I get up when I want and drink coffee and listen to thejazz in the mornings. I go round hotels, leave cards, leave leaflets and try and drum up interest in private music lessons in the parental village. I'm someone who is used to getting up early and going to work with everyone else. It all feels so odd. . I start teaching at four, through to eight or half past, and playing, well, I get home when everyone else is in bed.

I'm living Elvis hours! I should get some tin foil for the windows, keep the daylight out in that Kingly fashion.