I saw Vincent Van Gogh today. He was driving a car, but I still recognised him from his red hair and red beard. He was wearing black-framed glasses, which suited him, but I imagine he only needs to wear while driving. Traffic police, if they ever had cause to pulling him over, might notice this while mispronouncing his surname. Slightly more educated police end up calling him (still incorrectly) Van Go, which Vincent might chuckle at, thinking that it would make a nice name for a courier company, or a mechanic specialising in Ford Transits.