I benefit from the Mr. Potato Head syndrome. Put a wig and a nose and glasses on me, and I disappear.

I can't disguise myself with a wig and dark glasses - the wheelchair gives me away.

Put on your high-heeled sneakers. Wear your wig on your head.

My head looks like an uncooked ham with glasses.

I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a buttonstick, I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick, But I've had my fun o' the Corp'ral's Guard; I've made the cinders fly, And I'm here in the Clink for a thundering drin

I recently made a list of all the characters and voices I've done. It came to 99,