we "ordinary" folk do take our anonymity for granted.
I wouldn't know. I can't tell you how many times I've been "recognised" in the street.
You see, I have one of those faces. Or, more precisely, one of those backs-of-the-head, which being attached to a six-foot-two frame seems to make me instantly famous. Unfortunately, never for anything I've done.
(Well, I tell a lie: I was once recognised by a furniture salesman as the cartoonist of an obscure comic-strip, but that's more bizarre than famous.)
No, more typically, people say, "I saw you at the bar in The Mop and Bucket on Saturday, sipping a pink gin."
Sorry, pal, it wisnae me.
Did I read somewhere that you also resemble yer man from Plan Nine From Outer Space, you know, the chap with bald head, Torr Johnson ;D ;D