I remember seeing someone very much like him about a year ago. He tried to swap some Edwardean gear at an Oxfam in Sheffield for a pair of jeans and trainers.

I'm sure I saw this bloke a few years back in Brighton. He was protesting furiously that the West Pier should be saved as a fine example of Victoriana. A few months later it burnt down in mysterious circumstances. I'm sure that he would have been gutted!

I had a long, rambling conversation with this man on some stone steps in a square in Prague in 1999. It was about 4 in the morning and I had just come out of a club. We spoke about music mostly - he knew the most bizarre stuff about early reggae records. He said he was a traveller. I never thought to ask his name.

I saw him wandering around the Police station in Wetherby, Yorkshire.

I saw him a few years ago at the Louvre in Paris, he was gazing at the Mona Lisa muttering 'I prefer the original'.

I saw him in the supermarket buying spam and corned beef while muttering "She'll eat what she's given"

I'm pretty sure I saw him back in 1999. I was in Mornington Crescent underground station waiting to take the lift down to the platform when he came running up the stairs holding a large silver metal ball in both hands. He turned right up towards Camden and that was the last I saw of him.

I haven't seen him but I did see some pictures in an old New Zealand Newspaper (Christchurch Press) that could have been his Father they look so alike, same fashion sense too, from around '78 an article about some UFO sitings off the coast of New Zealand.

I saw him about two years ago. He was with a group of fanatics trying to save an old cinema in Salford. It was pulled down!

I saw this man last summer. I was in a cafe in Cambridge and he was attempting to pay for a cup of tea with the really old, big 10p pieces, which stopped being legal tender ten years ago (or thereabouts). He was holding up the queue so I gave him 50p. He seemed quite genuine (if a bit troubled).

There's someone who looks a lot like him in a book of Victoria photos in my local library. Not many people wearing leather jackets in the 19th century, were there?

He was thrown off my train yesterday as his season ticket was not valid until 2009

Saw someone who looked like him in a university campus not too long ago. Seemed to be arguing with a little man with an umbrella.

I know exactly who you mean - he's not the sort of guy you'd forget. I was doing a report on the fifth birthday of the London Eye (for 60 seconds on BBC 3) a couple of months back, and right in the middle of my report this crazy (frankly pretty scary) looking guy ran up to the crew and I and told us to run for it. Well, he had blood on his face and was extremely manic. You meet all sorts of crazies on the Southbank and think nothing of it but that guy was different. Despite years of being hardened news gathers not one of us stopped to question him. We ran like children. To be honest, there was something familiar about him but I couldn't tell you why. So, who is he? A vigilante or something? Or aren't you saying Clive?

Back in the sixties my dad used to play in a skiffle band - they got the occassional gig but mostly they were busking on the streets. From time to time this bloke in a leather jacket (and the spitting image of him in this photo) would turn up, take out his spoons and play along with the band. He must be in his 70s now.